Soooooo, the second chapter. anyone excited? i am. so here is the next chapter of Forced.
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Chapter 2
The sun beat down on the back of the black haori that the man was wearing. The back that was hunched over, straightened and a large hand ran through the raven locks making several beads of perspiration to drop to the ground. The man flexed his hands and arms before reaching towards a pouch on the ground to take out a kunai.
The man spun the sharp metal in his hands, making the sun glint off the metal as it swung around while the man studied the target in front of him, already decorated with several other kunais that glinted in the sun as well. Stopping the spinning motion he held the weapon tightly trying to again get used to the feel of the smaller weapon since he had become accustomed to the handle of a katana.
Throwing his shoulders back, he rolled them, getting his bunched muscles to loosen up to get a more relaxed feel before he threw the weapon. Without looking at the target he threw the small dagger like object, with accurate precision and a dull thud was heard.
An ice blue eye opened as the thud was heard. The companion was leaning his back against a trunk of a tree, while his legs were spread out before him crossed at the ankles. His eye watched as his 'leader' made no movement to get the already placed kunai in the target. He had decided he wouldn't train but rather watch seeing as how his water container was running low on the liquid.
Ice blue watched as the right hand of his leader flexed, making the hand more prominent with the veins and muscles slightly protruding. The raven haired man looked down at his flexing hand. He could still feel the affects of such an intense battle even months after it had taken place. Throwing his shoulders back again he stretched his muscles again, feeling the knots and tightness that were there. Finally feeling his muscles relax he moved towards the tree with the target attached to remove his kunai.
After wrenching the kunai from the tree, as they were deeply embedded into the gnarled bark, he nodded to the silver haired man who nodded back as he made the movements to rise up from the forest ground to follow the other man back to the house etched into the rocks of the Rock Country.
When the two entered into the rock etched building, shrieking cries from a female could be heard and then the slow passive voice of a male, as they assumed trying to calm the frantic woman down for whatever her reasons were to be upset. The silver haired man rolled his eyes and made a rude comment under his breath getting a sharp glare from the dark haired male.
The raven haired man made his way off from his teammate and headed up a long set of stone stairs before coming to a large wooden door and opening it walked in shedding his clothes and weapons before heading towards the bathing room to clean himself of the acquired sweat and dirt. The water splashed down upon his head and body.
The warm water massaged his aching and stretched muscles, causing them to loosen and relax and the man sighed. A hand was soon rubbing his aching neck before running through the now damp locks that made water drizzle into his face. Sighing again he leaned his head back against the stone wall, finally letting his guard down if only for a moment.
As soon as his shower was over he stepped out of the shower enclosure while wrapping a dark towel around his waist, the towel sitting casually on his narrow hips. Stepping into the room he made his way towards a dresser and pulled out a pair of midnight black nin pants and only after discarding the towel did he put them on before going to another drawer and pulled out a white haori that fit loosely around his torso.
Hearing a sharp rasp at his door he gave the monotone reply of 'enter'. Keeping his head staring straight ahead, his eyes flicked to the side, looking at the person that had entered into his room. Onyx orbs took in the man with the azure tone to his skin and beady white eyes, as well as the sharp lines that stood out under his eyes and the sharpness of his features.
"What?" Sasuke spoke out wanting to know what the man had to say to him. He didn't need to respect this man anyways.
"Madara wants to see you." The older man spoke out with disdain in his voice. He hated the youngest Uchiha worse than the young Uchiha hated him. It was a hate/hate relationship, and he wanted it kept that way. The man hated being under the younger brother of his former partner.
Madara had practically worshiped the kid, going on at times how the youngest Uchiha would even possibly surpass him in strength and that no one would be stronger that Uchiha Sasuke, who had great potential that was seemingly hidden if even for a time. But the defeat of Itachi had shown that the younger brother was stronger.
Orbs flickered back to the wall in front of him and he nodded his consent that he would go and see Madara. He made no movement however until the older man was out of the room. Once the man was gone he made his way towards his bed where his tall, slender black sandals were standing straight next to his bed. Making the movements to put them on, he afterwards straightened up before walking in a leisurely pace out the door.
His sandals clacked against the stone flooring of the house like edifice. Eyes scouring the area and making sure that no one was around him that shouldn't be. Though he had been 'with' the Akatsuki for several months now, he still didn't trust the nuke-nin and made sure to appear at ease, or at least as much as possible around them, but on the inside he was guarded against them and made sure that they never had the upper hand on him.
Following the long hallway, lit with torches held in place on the walls he turned up a stairwell, that winded upwards for a good hundred feet before coming to another straight hallway. He hated this building. Besides the stone structure and the coldness that permeated the hallways and practically the very essence of the building.
But he also hated the coldness for other reasons as well. It always seemed to remind him of the coldness he had felt after he had killed his own brother. The room where it had all begun, in an old abandoned Uchiha Hideout, was cold, though the adrenaline was running through both of their veins, it was a cold room. And then afterwards, when he had just stood, being supported by the thick stone wall, the rain had come and it had been cold.
Shaking his mind of the memories he still proceeded to tract up another stairwell until he was now, on the top platform of the stone building and walked across the stone flooring to another room. Without even knocking he pushed both doors open, light filtering into the room, by the now open door and the large windows that were on the south end of the room.
The other man in the room had his back to the doors that the Uchiha had entered into the room from. Silence would have reigned in the room if not for the gentle clack of the sandals that the young Uchiha wore as he crossed part of the long room to take a stand beside a round table that separated him from the much older Uchiha that had told him the truth of his brother and family.
The older man had his back turned to the young Uchiha and only after minutes of complete silence and the shadows starting to engulf the room did the older Uchiha turn to face his younger counter part. The two looked at each other through cold emotionless obsidian eyes, though both had different shades of the dark rock. Both had a respect for each other, but other than that that was where the respect stopped for both of them.
"I think it is time that you start to utilize yourself again Sasuke, rather than pinning down trees with a glare and a kunai." the older Uchiha bluntly stated not even bothering with the feelings of the younger Uchiha.
"Easy for an immortal to say." the younger one chided. "I barely ever see you running around the countries, your little cronies do that." a sneer came out at the end.
"But unlike you, I have already proven myself to the Akatsuki where are you have just sat around and recuperated the last few months, with that pathetic little team of yours." Sasuke was about to make a smart remark back when Madara's voice once again interrupted his thought process and speech.
"That is why I am sending you and your team on a mission."
"What type of mission? I don't just help the Akatsuki when it isn't in my best interests."
"Oh, it's in your best interest." Madara smirked with a haunting aura. "There is a man up in Cloud country. Apparently he found out some information on the Akatsuki and is apparently wanting to release it. You need to go and stop him from...........releasing the information." Madaras dark eyes got darker with almost a sadistic pleasure watching his younger ancestor squirm a little. He knew that Sasuke didn't really want to kill without a purpose and to the young Uchiha this mission seemed to have no purpose that would benefit him in any way except for making him even more of a criminal than he already was.
"I don't do the Akatsuki's dirty work." Sasuke snarled at the older man.
"But aren't you apart of Akatsuki? You have worn the cloak several times. You are considered to be apart of the Akatsuki are you not?" The older Uchiha twisted his words around, only causing the younger Uchiha to narrow his eyes even more and glare death at the older Uchiha.
Inwardly the young Uchiha seethed at his older counterpart. The man was as twisted as a snake. Always coiled and seemingly harmless, but then the snake would strike and there would always be a victim and no matter what someone in the scuttle would get hurt and would not be the snake, it would always be the victim. And everyone was a victim to the seemingly ageless Uchiha.
"I may wear the cloak but I do not participate in Akatsuki's little games. Get someone else to do it." Sasuke told him pointedly and made the movement to turn around when Madara once again changed the playing field.
"I wouldn't be so confident Sasuke." the younger raven turned his head to look over his shoulder at the now triumphantly smirking Uchiha. "You don't always control the playing field, so I highly suggest you do as you are told or something might just happen."
"What could possibly happen?" Sasuke scoffed looking away from the red blaring sharingan that was pointed towards him.
"Let's just say," the Uchiha pondered a minute on his choice of words. "an unattached string could suddenly be cut, you could say." Sasuke hated the look he was getting from the ancient Uchiha and something about his words were almost vaguely familiar.
"Hn." was the only response before the young raven left the room closing the doors with a sharp snap on his way out and Madara could only grin. It was really all too easy.
Sasuke passed the swordsman going down one of the sets of stairways that reached the floor where he could feel his team at. Before heading towards their current occupancy, he headed towards his room. Snapping the door shut again he went and grabbed a small pack that he had for carrying supplies if he was to head on a long journey, and packed it with only the essentials before he headed towards the corner where his kusanagi was at, leaning against the stone walls. Strapping it to his black belt that he had now instead of the hideous purple bow.
Flicking his door shut on his way out he headed down another few sets of stairs and headed towards the room that held his chosen team. Thrusting the door open he silenced the painful bickering that was going on in the room and harshly yet coldly told them to prepare to head on a mission that would be in the Cloud Country.
At the mention of a mission the white haired man and the red head immediately again started bickering except this time about the mission and not about the red heads dear 'Sasuke-kun'. Sasuke resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He had wondered at times why he had even chosen those two to be on his team, but he had to give them some credit for at least the opportunity to find and kill his brother.
Telling them, or rather snapping at them, he told the three to hurry it up as he wanted to get the mission or rather forced assignment over and done with. While he waited at the entrance of the stone structure he thought about Madara's words and how the man had said something about an 'unattached string'. Why had the old fool mentioned something as stupid as an unattached piece of string?
Shaking his head and letting the analogy float out of his mind he came fully to his senses once he sensed that his teammates were approaching the door and ready to get moving with their mission. With only a glance at them and their travel wear and gear he grunted inaudibly and walked through the now open front doors with a set and determined pace. He already knew his destination and target. The older Uchiha had thought ahead of everything and on his return to his room he had found a scroll nestled in his travel bag, sealed letting him know it was about the mission. The four climbed down the rocks and headed towards Cloud in the East.
Red eyes blazed through the glass window and watched as the four miscreants crawled down the ledges of rock and crags. His head tilted up as he studied his younger ancestor. The boy, though unmanageable at times, would become very manageable now that he had his little toy to dangle right in front of Sasuke's face.
The boy was the key to the final destruction of Konoha. Pein had only scratched the surface before the blond haired kyuubi jinchuriki had stepped in and meddled with his plans and had killed Pein along with the destruction of Konan. Pein was a loss that was grieved but the man could always be replaced. He would miss Konan though. She had always seemed to warm his bed whenever he could get her away from Pein.
Hearing the door open behind him as he watched the other Uchiha descend. He didn't even turn around already knowing that is was Kisame that was there. Only Kisame and Deidara, stayed around the infrastructure, while Zetsu was almost always away from the estate, gathering information as he blended in with the trees of all nations.
"Do you trust him?" the deep yet almost childlike voice asked behind him. Madara huffed lightly.
"Of course not. He had nothing holding him to us besides the fact that we are related. And that is why I had you pick up that little tart that is now sitting quite pleasantly, or rather quite unpleasantly, in our prison cell." Madara stretched his shoulders backwards. "That is how we are going to keep him tied to us. He may not admit it but he still has connected bonds to his teammates and since getting the kyuubi is out of the question and the copy nin really holds no strong bonds, why not the female? I'm sure he would get ticked off if he knew she was here."
"What are you going to do to her then?" The blue hued man asked.
"That, not quite sure of, depends on Sasuke." The Uchiha shrugged. "But I might as well go and pay her a visit. Wouldn't want her to be lonely, now would we?" Madara cocked his head backwards to the other man who had a grin on his face.
Madara walked along the cold stone walkways and down passages only to come to the familiar sound of water dripping and drizzling along the cracked walls, as it always had done when there was a prisoner that was entombed in this tomb of rock. The sound of his footsteps reverberated around the close stone walls as he continued his downward ascent towards the cell where he knew the pink haired 'bond' was sitting probably trying to figure out exactly what had happened.
Coming to the farthest door once he had set foot on the straight walkway. Turning the key in the lock he could hear the light shuffle of clothes and chains. She was probably starting to ready herself for whatever or whoever was going to enter into her little prison cell.
Creaking the door open he let the door swing open after it had finally stopped screaming from not being opened on a regular basis. This was, however, the rarest cell used as it had a chakra enhanced jutsu kept on the room, the jutsu feeding off the occupant. Usually their prisoners didn't have the monstrous strength that this one had, hence the need for the unused room.
He could see her face turn slightly in his direction, wanting to feel the small light on her cold body, seeing as how the torches burned brightly outside her room. He heard a small cough from her as he stood in the middle of the bright light, sending a shadow to cast over a portion of the room and a portion of herself. He was essentially barring her from her wanted light and possible heat, that light seemed to bring with it.
Stepping forward he could see her clearly visibly flinch. He knew that she hadn't quite figured out who exactly he was. Walking forward towards her he only stopped when he was directly above her. His dark features were hidden by the shadow of where he was standing at. He looked down at her pitiful features. He didn't exactly know why Sasuke had retained his bond to someone who looked so........ childish.
He made a facial expression at her cotton candy pink hair, though now it was a dark pink, caked in mud and dirt and an even possible leaf. She wasn't exceptionally curvy and as fleshy as he liked his woman. This girl was small and almost too lean for his tastes. But then maybe Sasuke found her unique hair color exotic and maybe that was what he liked. And maybe he liked the woman that were too lean for their own good, but whatever the case maybe, he was sure of one thing.
This girl was on his genin team and had been infatuated with the younger Uchiha since a young age, and really that infatuation was one of the reasons she was here now. And also because somehow, he didn't know how which was rare for him to not know, but she had wormed her way into the younger Uchiha's revenge driven soul and he had managed to keep their bond intact.
Taking his foot he lightly tapped her shin that was exposed to him, and he could see the creamy skin underneath the mud and dirt again. She didn't respond to him and it made him slightly angry. He knew that she was awake and conscious only if it was semi-conscious, but she was able to make out that he was there and wanting to get her attention.
"Welcome to the Akatsuki dungeons, Haruno Sakura." he told her finally getting impatient with her, he kicked slightly harder earning himself a squeal of anger from her weakened state and finally he gave her the introduction.
"Now don't be so impolite. I just welcomed you." He told her lightly, acting as if everything was just a game to him. His eyes bore down on her once again bent form. He mocked her from his standing form. "You should feel honored. Not many people get to come here."
"..... for good reason." he heard her mutter and then her head once again turned upward. " they only come to get tortured and to die." he slitted his eyes at her. She was now mocking him and the Akatsuki.
"Maybe you should mind your tongue a little." he told her coldly before returning to a more pleasant voice. "Besides, you aren't here to die. Just to play a little game."
"A sick game." she weakly got out.
"That's right." he bent down folding his knees and coming eye to eye with her. "But still a game none the less. And you are the main piece. Quite like in the game shogi. The king is the the piece that wins the game and you my dear are the king." she glazed over eyes looked at him confused.
"Let me explain a little then." He straightened back up. "The king can move in any direction for one move. Now I will tell you why you are the piece that will help me win the game." He paused and looked at her, she was now clearly interested in what he had to say.
"I am playing a real life game you could say, with a certain someone. I don't want to lose and though in the game shogi you lose if you make an illegal move, in this game there is no illegality. I will capture the other player's king, with you."
Her heart dropped, her voice stuck and both mouth and throat had dried up like a desert. This man was beyond sick. He was telling her in a round about way that he would be using her a pawn in his sick little game that he had supposedly going on with another human being, except this game was real and she was the determining factor of who won the game.
"Who are you?" She croaked out, trying to wet her throat and mouth a little and she could see in the shadows where he was standing a glint off of white teeth.
"I, my dear, am Uchiha Madara. Founder of the Uchiha Clan and Leader of the Akatsuki." and all she wanted to do was crawl in a hole and die.
Her body and mind were still trying to process the information that the founder of the Uchiha Clan had been talking to her, wanting to use her as a pawn in his malicious life like game of shogi. The man had to be crazy and well very ancient as well.
But her mind was still reeling. How could the Uchiha Clan founder still be alive? Everything in her history lessons had said, told her that Uchiha Madara was very much dead, having died in the battle against the First at the Valley of the End. There were statues there, showing the reverence the place seemed to have though it was the site of a gruesome battle that ended the life of probably one of the world's greatest men.
But that wasn't all. What did the man exactly have planned for her? He had told her something about the game shogi and that she was the King. That pawn was able to capture the other player's King effectively making it check point. But who was the other player that Madara wanted to win so badly over.
Both of the known living Uchihas were dead or at least declared dead. There was no sure, proven evidence that either of them were alive. And yet how was this man, this Uchiha, still alive? There had to be the use of forbidden jutsu, or something to make the man immortal, or at least for a very long time. This was all too bizarre.
Shaking her head slightly to try and shake the thoughts of the practically immortal Uchiha out of her head and focus on getting out of this place before the man could really start his true intentions of why he needed her here, or where ever she was at because she had no idea. The last thing she had known was that she was near the Fire border on a mission that had turned out to be a disaster and resulted in her getting caught by the Akatsuki. She didn't know exactly which ones but she got caught.
She gasped silently. Did Tsunade know she was gone by now? Did anyone for the matter know she was gone and now a prisoner and if they didn't how long would it take them to figure it out? She didn't want to be here. But then again no one really wanted to be a prisoner of the Akatsuki. It just wasn't something wished for in their lives. But here she was, shackled and in a dark, cold room, with no light saving the lit that peaked underneath the doorway. She was away from her home and friends, and in the clutches of a man immortal Uchiha, she never knew still existed. She may have been strong and willed but right now, the tears came because she once again felt weak.
"Baa-chan! It's been two days. She should be back already." a blond man whined walking around the desk that the Hokage was currently walking circles around. "You have got to do something!" he was making emphasis with his arms out in front of him trying to let the Godaime notice his stressful situation. "Baa-ch"
"Would you shut up?!" the honey haired blond snapped at him whirling her head around to pierce him with her ferocious stare. "I know what is going on. I don't need you complaining and whining to me about something I already know about." The blond made his lips pout as he looked at his current Hokage and the second teacher of his pink haired teammate.
"Then do something!" he started up again.
"Don't you think I have done something?" She snarled at him resuming her walking pace as he followed suit each being across from each other at all times while walking around the desk.
"Of course, I have done something. I wouldn't just let my apprentice wander around without me knowing exactly where she was at. I'm not stupid." she growled out, continuing to walk.
"What have you done then?"
"Do you have to know everything?" the amber eyed woman bit out.
"....... yeah." the Hokage looked at him with an annoyed expression stopping for a moment.
"Well, it is none of your business." She stated.
"Baa-chan!" he whined letting his shoulders drop. "Please tell me?!"
The Hokage was about to make a comeback when the door opened and her dark haired assistant Shizune walked into the room with a scroll in her hand. Both of the different colored blonds stopped and looked at each other before looking at the innocent woman in front of them, who was looking quite baffled at their appearance.
"......uh, I got word back from the ANBU team." She said lightly noting the change of expression in the two's faces. They almost looked like two children waiting for santa to come on christmas.
"And?" Naruto blurted out. Shizune stilled for a moment, not really wanting to deliver the news.
" ANBU, they didn't find her. They tracked her scent and only found a piece of her torn clothing and the shuffle of feet and bodies on the ground." slowly the woman opened her hand and held out the small piece of fabric that was once apart of Sakura's apparel. The two blond's hearts dropped.
Finally the chapter completed. hope that was good enough for all of you. i know some of you might be like why did you tell Sakura who madara was, but i thought it would be a little mind jogger for her. trying to figure out just who she was supposed to be leverage for but since she thinks the Uchiha brothers are dead, her head is going to be spinning and i don't know when sasuke and sakura will exactly meet, but it will happen. i mean come on that is the point of the story, but i don't know when.
so update next week sometime. i already had this chapter partially written when i got over here, so that is why it is up today. but work is kind of weird right now i am just getting into it, and since it is paying for me to go to college it will take up a good portion of my time.
so please review and let me know how i did and how you liked the chapter, or whatever you want to tell me.
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