Chapter 2: Surrender or Submittance
She shifted slightly but her captor only tightened his grip on her even more.
"Finally awake eh, kunoichi?" a voice said above her. Sakura jerked up but wished she hadn't due to her hip brushing up against the sword strapped to her captor's back. The hand only tightened around her thigh due to her movement.
She turned her blind folded head in the direction of the voice. She knew who it was that was holding her but she just didn't want to give in to that assumption just yet. She had never before met him or heard him speak, but she had read his profile back at Hokage Tower.
"Screw You." she hissed at him. This only caused him to laugh and shift her even more against the blade on his back.
"You got nerve," he said. "To think that a girl like you has that kind of fire."
Sakura's bound hands tightened into fists from the comment, which caused her elbows and wrists to protest due to the extra movement in their already uncomfortable position. How she wanted to hurt him, but if she did that then she would probably not return to Konoha with her life.
He tightened his grip on her as he jumped higher into the air and then plummeted downward to land on the ground with a soft thump. His sudden stop caused her to jolt against the teething blade causing more of her to be shaved off. She shifted her hands in their bonds but she was suddenly thrown off her perch and onto the ground.
Sakura bit her lip to stifle the yell and line of curses that would be streaming out of her mouth by now. In her current position, she was lying in the fetal position making her utterly defenseless. She couldn't even reach up and withdraw the hidden sendon that she kept in her hair in times like this, but she had to guess that her captor found it when he stripped her of her weapons.
Sakura had her eyes squinted shut behind the blindfold and she could already feel him crouching down next to her. Her breath hitched in throat as she heard something be drawn from the depths of the infamous black and red cloud printed cloak. She suddenly felt the blindfold be tugged off her face. Sakura didn't open her eyes right then due to the blaring light but she cracked open an eye and looked in her captor's direction for the first time.
Hoshigaki Kisame, the fabled Mist Swordsmen stared back at her. Pearly eyes, blue skin, gravity defying blue hair, and the well known pointed teeth that the Mist ninja was well known for. Not to mention the overly large and long blade that was strapped to his back, to think that thing could kill a person with only one sweep. Well, she saw Zabuza weld his blade like it was a kunai and she had to think that this blade held the same power and effect.
Sakura's green eyes meet his pearly gaze, he didn't blink nor did she. Her eyes watched him, but his hand moved toward her and Sakura couldn't help but flinch away from him in reflex.
She heard a deep chuckle resound from the fish.
"My aren't we touchy."
Sakura didn't know she closed her eyes but she opened them again and looked at him. Instead of having a weapon in his hand, a plain white bandage roll glared violently against the blue hue of his skin.
He drew closer with the roll.
"Why bother healing me when you want me dead?"
The hand halted causing Sakura to release the breath that she subconsciously was holding. Having someone be a wanted S-Class Criminal and be someone besides herself try to heal her was not on her To-Do-List for this afternoon. Nor would it ever be.
He looked at her with his white pearly eyes but didn't choose to answer. Sakura could have easily yelled at him to answer her question but she chose not to. She scooted slightly away from him to avoid the approaching roll, allowing that she didn't already disturb her bleeding wound.
"There has to be a reason." she said trying to get an answer from him. He stopped the movement of the bandage role to look at her but he answered her question this time.
"I was told that the target should be 'at all possible unharmed and untarnished'."
Sakura eyed the roll that was still very close to her, she was interested in who ordered such a statement, but she still was trying to not get healed by him. But then again she was interested in how he said that sentence; he almost said it with annoyance and maybe impatience?
"Did Itachi say that?"
Kisame let out a very agitated growl at her questioning.
"I know what you're trying to do kunoichi and your constant pestering is not going to get you out of this."
"Like hell I'm going to allow you to touch me."
She wanted to prove her point by scooting farther away from him but a large blue hand fell on her wounded hip. Kisame's blue digits found their way into the gash halting her movement.
Sakura stopped her movement due to the sharp pain but her features didn't show her discomfort.
"You can take my offer of healing you or go the rest of the journey with an open wound, take your pick."
He emphasized his point by digging deeper into her. Sakura flinched and tensed from the pain, like hell was she going to show it on her face. It would only prove her surrender to his presence. Sakura only hardened her jaw from the statement and forced her body to somewhat relax to take the barbaric treatment. She felt the fingers leave her aching side and Kisame proceeded with the roll seeing that she submitted to his dominance.
Sakura looked over her shoulder to get a look at him and saw that his fingers were tinged with her blood.
"Bastard." she muttered, knowing full well that he heard her.
He roughly scooted her closer to him and yanked her up slightly to allow better access to her hip. She bit her lip and looked back over at him. He was busy wrapping the bandage roll around her to notice her analyzing look.
She saw a small smirk rise from the corner of his blue lips. Now that she was away from his sword, Sakura could see the blue-scaled weapon. However her chakra still felt like it was being taken from her.
She looked back over her shoulder due to feeling a very unnecessary tug on her waist from the certain Akatsuki member trying to heal her. She watched him narrow his thin dark eyebrows at his work.
"Damnitt." she heard him mutter, that was when she noticed more blood seeping through the thin layer of bandages.
Then without even telling her chakra poured into the wound, this caused Sakura to tense uncontrollably due to the sudden surge of power. She had to fight the natural instinct to constrict in order to make the healing process less painful and quicker. But she couldn't help it. It was painful all together.
Sakura was used to the feeling of instant healing but this was different.
Hoshigaki Kisame had no training in the medical field. The powerful chakra that was flowing into her open wound would eventually cause Sakura to slip into cardiac arrest.
Sakura fought with all her might to control and guide the foreign chakra by releasing what little chakra she had in order to intercept his. She held in a whimper in order to concentrate on the task at hand.
Kisame's chakra was so raw, powerful, and suffocating she nearly passed out in her attempts of guiding it. She felt him almost surge more chakra into her to bat away her feeble attempts but he halted his actions seeing her reasons behind her chakra guiding.
According to his file, Kisame's chakra reserves seemed to be limitless. TenTen and Neji had told her that Kisame had enough chakra to hold at least three people in a water jutsu and battle Maito Gai. In the end, the actual 'Kisame' turned out be another water clone. All three accounts required a large amount of chakra.
Sakura had to wonder how vast his reserves were to begin with. If his chakra felt like this with these small administrations, she had to wonder what it felt like when he let his chakra gates open.
His chakra alone felt almost similar to that of Naruto's demon form, but the signal itself felt like a combination of Tsunade's and Kakashi's but only stronger. She was used to being around such strong and potent signals; however, Kisame's was new and alien to her.
His chakra seemed to smoother her. It barely allowed her to breathe as it engulfed her in its masculinity. God, it made her want to fall on the ground and just lay there to show her surrender to him.
Sakura took a shaky breath as she tried to regain control over what chakra she had left in her system. Just like that Kisame stopped his administrations like he cut it off like a knife. Sakura cracked open an eye in his direction. He silently continued to wrap her wound with the leftover bandage roll.
Sakura looked over at him as he worked. Akatsuki, as she knew of, consisted all of men and she knew that such a group lived away from civilization. So any women that these men did encounter either were from seedy brothels or were kidnapped/captured women. She had to hand it to him though; Kisame was handling the situation very well. She was not able to move or defend herself and any other rogue Shinobi could have handled the situation very differently.
Any man could have taken advantage of her right then and there. She couldn't do anything about it too; she was bound with her hands and ankles were bound behind her back. Her chakra levels were so low she wouldn't be able to put up much of a fight.
She was helpless, flat out defenseless and weak.
Sakura hardened her jaw. She spent too long trying to get away from that feeling, but it always seemed to sneak up on her in times like this.
But Sakura was familiar with the opposite sex and then plus some. As a Kunoichi she had to live up to that title, 'A female ninja trained in the arts of seduction….'. And so far she had lived up to that title. Being a ninja was hard physically, emotionally, and mentally. She was 18 when she was sent on her first mission. And to this day it was the scariest mission that she ever had in her life, and she will never forget it. But as a Shinobi she was trained to not show her emotion. Tsunade later told her that her mission was mild compared to the one she was sent on when she was her age. Tsunade later told her pupil just what she experienced, and to think that her teacher, her Senpai went through such a mind shattering event. Every Shinobi had or will go through such a mission. She knew that Naruto had and also Kakashi, either it be now or somewhere in their past. They all went through them, it you were lucky you could spend your shinobi career away from them but they would catch up to you eventually.
Sakura looked back over at Kisame. Her green eyes went over his features. She had to wonder, for being an Akatsuki member and also being strangely sculpted, how many women had he been with.
Her emerald orbs went back over his face, following the line of his jaw and also the very masculine look of his face. She also could only wonder if he ever kept the women that he did happen to be with alive.
She continued to watch him as she watched him finish tying the wrap around her. Her eyes widened a fraction at his expression. Instead of holding some type of murderous glint or even look of lust, his expression held irritation and also plain concentration. The irritation she could understand, due to him having to heal her when he could have easily disposed of her after he had his way with her. But the concentration was so strange to her eyes, the look almost made him look…human in fact. Her gaze went back to the bandaged covered sword on his back, for it being so large she wondered how strong he really was because she had seen him weld it with one hand.
"Stop staring Kunoichi."
Pearly eyes looked onto her green ones; Sakura narrowed her eyes at him before averting her stare. She felt his large hands leave her side abruptly as he stood up. Sakura could only look at him from over her shoulder due to her bound position.
She watched Kisame gaze around them; he looked so gigantic from her view. The sword on his back made his presence even more menacing. She saw his gaze fall down to her again.
"We need to move."
"We?" she spat at him. He didn't answer her but crouched down again. He reached forward and slid his large blue hands under her knees. "What the fuck? Get your damn hands off—"
He pressed the pressure point in the back of her neck, and the last thing she felt before she slipped into unconsciousness was the feeling of his hands on her body.
"Bastard." she thought weakly.
