Jailbird
Chapter Two
-Awkward Turtle-
Kyo sighed as he finished his picture. It had taken him a little over two weeks, but he was finally done. An entire mural on what the ninja world should be like, without war. He wiped the charcoal on his hands off on a towel, and glanced over at the bathroom door.
Things hadn't really improved with Satomi. Every day, for two weeks, she shut herself in his bathroom, not coming out until he went in there and carried her sleeping form to his bed, before making his own on the couch. After four days she finally ate, and that was only because he had gone out of his way to prove to her that it wasn't poisoned, as well as pointing out that she was beginning to lose weight, and as a medic she knew that what she was doing was wrong.
And so, glaring at him, she took the plate from his hands and ate her breakfast. But she never spoke to him. She showered, that he knew for certain, but that was all he was sure of that she did when she was in the bathroom.
He picked up the canvas and set it against the wall, picking up a new one and setting it up on his easel. He sat down on his stool and stared at the blank sheet, contemplating on what to do next. His eyes shot over to the bathroom door when it opened, and Satomi stepped out, walking over and sitting on the edge of his bed. Kyo's eyes watched her the whole time, and he continued to stare at her. "Hey." He greeted, giving her a small smile.
As usual she ignored him and stared at the wall, just needing something soft to sit on. Life was horrible, and he talked a lot. But at least the food wasn't too bad, after she'd finally started to eat. Though she was surprised he had yet to try anything with her.
"So, I finished my charcoal drawing." He announced, gesturing over to it. "But I don't know what to do next."
Satomi shrugged, running one of her hands down her face. He tried again. "Hey, can I paint you?" he asked, seeming to perk up a bit. "Your beauty and radiance would be perfect for an oil painting, especially in this light." He made a rectangle with both of his hands and looked at her through it.
She glanced back at him and shook her head. "No."
He gasped and his eyes widened as a happy smile came to his face. "Satomi, you finally spoke!" he announced, running over to her and hugging her quickly. "Your voice is really melodic."
Her eyes widened with horror and she shoved him off of her, glaring at him. "Don't touch me."
"Oh, right. Sorry." He apologized, stepping back. "I just get really excited sometimes, and the sound of your voice made me forget myself."
"That doesn't make sense."
"Sure it does." He nodded.
"No." she said, her glare turning icier. "It doesn't."
He held up his finger. "See, here's why it makes sense. Your voice was so beautiful, and I got so excited from the lovely sound of it, that I completely forgot about your no touching rule and hugged you." He smiled once more. "So there, it makes sense."
"But all I said was 'no'." she frowned, actually looking confused.
"That doesn't make it any less beautiful." He told her. "At least, not to me."
Satomi rolled her eyes and stood, grabbing one of the folded sheets on the couch. She walked over to the balcony and opened the doors, a small gust blowing in and lifting the makeshift dress. She blushed slightly and held her hands down in attempts to stop it from rising. "Stupid wind." She cursed.
Kyo followed her. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"Leaving." She said sharply, tying one end of the sheet to the balcony and then looking over the edge. It would be hard, since her hands were still cuffed to one another, but she could do it.
He sighed. "I highly doubt that's the best way to go. Especially in that outfit. I mean, how well are you going to be able to travel all the way back to Suna in some skimpy, nearly see-through dress, no shoes, hands bound, and absolutely no chakra?" he raised a brow, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the doorframe. "Not to mention the fact that you will probably be caught, beaten, and then gang raped by the border patrol, if not the guards we have here." He said.
"What is with you and gang banging? If you haven't noticed I don't really give the reactions people want. So it makes me less desirable." She explained, crawling onto the edge and keeping a tight grip on the sheet.
"Reactions don't really matter when the guy just wants a good fuck and has a perfectly immobile beauty to get it from." He said. "Besides, you won't last out there without the proper supplies."
She looked back at him and held up her middle finger, sticking her tongue out him. "Fuck you. I can last as long as I want. Besides, what the hell do you care?"
Kyo just reached out and covered her hand with both of his, lowering the offending gesture. "You know, a lady such as yourself should not speak that way. And I care because I like you." He smiled, patting her hand.
Her expression shifted into a confused stare for only a moment before turning to a glare once more. "How could you possibly like me? I haven't ever spoken to you."
"Doesn't mean that I can't like you." He said.
"Yeah. It does. Since that means you don't know me." She pointed out smugly.
The blonde's smile never faded. "Sure I do. You're a medic, meaning that you like to save lives, not so much as take them. You don't really talk that much even when you are on speaking terms with someone, but that only means that your words are that much more important. Not to mention your aura is just…beautiful. You can tell a lot about a person's character by their aura." He nodded knowingly.
Satomi gave him an odd stare, looking down from his eyes to his hands. "And you can see this…so called aura?"
"Mhm." He nodded enthusiastically.
She appeared doubtful. "Really?"
"Yup."
"I doubt it."
"That's just cause' you're jealous that you can't see my aura." He winked.
"No…I'm pretty sure that's not the reason."
"Then what is the reason?" he asked.
She rolled her eyes and shook her head before gripping onto the sheet and starting her descent. He walked over to the rail and looked down at her. "So…just out of curiosity, how do you plan on reaching the bottom? Are you gonna climb down the edge of the plateau on your bare feet?"
"If I told you then it would be counterproductive to my goal." She sighed, getting to the edge and beginning to swing towards the lower level, since one of the windows was just within reach. Finally, she managed a good sway and jumped from the cloth and latched onto the ledge. Victory surged through her body and she checked the room before breaking in and looking around.
It was vacant, and she actually smiled. This was it, if she could creep out of this massive house, she could get out. She pressed her ear to the door and listened for a long while, and once she was sure there was no one in the hall, she opened it and took off, heading down towards the main entrance.
Not even halfway down the hallway, she froze in her tracks when the sound of a door opening echoed throughout the hall. Slowly, she turned and looked over her shoulder, going wide eyed when a Rock shinobi walked out. He spotted her and frowned.
"What are you doing out of your room?" he asked, walking towards her.
Panic filled her whole body and she tried to think of an excuse. What could she possibly say? Then something flashed through her mind. What would Natsumi do? She smirked and straightened, giving the ninja an uncharacteristic devious smile. "Well…" she allowed herself to blush, which wasn't hard since the thought itself of her words embarrassed her. "I hate to say…" she leaned closer, resting her hand on his chest. "But I've grown so bored with the pleasures my blonde master services me with and was hoping to find a…willing substitute."
The man's eyes widened, and then he smirked as he placed his hands on her hips before pulling her against his already aroused body. "Then you can stop your search, cause' I am more than willing." He gripped her rear then, squeezing it somewhat roughly.
She giggled, her stomach turning with disgust at her actions and her words. But she leaned into him nonetheless, feeling something hard pushing between her legs. "And you'll amaze me?" she asked softly, letting her hands rub against his disgusting erection and lower in attempts to hide her goal of taking a kunai from the holster strapped to his thigh.
"I'll make you see stars." He began to knead the two cheeks before scrunching up her dress in his hands to lift it.
"Fantastic." She smirked, pulling out one of the sharp weapons. She got on her tiptoes, her lips almost touching his until his eyes went wide and filled with pain. "Now stop touching me." She glared, able to pull away from him. She turned the kunai in her hand and sliced his throat to silence the yell she saw coming.
Without a moment's hesitation she started down the halls once more and stopped when she heard voices. She was so close, she could feel it. And then she saw the main stairs into the front room. "Yes." She whispered, assessing where all the ninja were.
"You shouldn't have left Kyo-sama's room." A familiar voice said, causing her head to whip to the left. Her eyes widened when the rough guard from the day she was brought to this horrible place emerged from the wall, probably from having used some kind of earth jutsu.
He gave her a dark smirk as he broke away from the wall and slowly made his way towards her, like a hunter stalking its prey. "Because now I can do whatever I want to you."
Satomi's eyes widened and she pressed against the wall, since she was now trapped between him and it. He came up and gripped her around the neck with one hand, using the other to snatch away her stolen kunai and toss it to the floor. Then he pulled her forward roughly, so that his mouth was next to her ear. "I'm going to make you wish you had never set foot out of your safe little home back in Suna." He whispered, before slamming her back against the hard wall with enough force for it to hurt her, but not enough to knock her unconscious.
She coughed out, trying to get a decent breath. She lifted her hands and tried to claw away at his iron grip, but her vision was becoming blurry from the lack of air. Suddenly she fell to the floor, and she could breathe. She coughed once more and put a hand to her throat, looking up and seeing Kyo standing between her and her attacker, who was on the other side of the hall, rubbing his jaw.
"Come now Sato, is that any way to treat a lady?" he asked, a fake smile on his face. "I know your dear mother taught you better."
"She shouldn't be wandering about." Sato glared, lowering his hand. "I was merely teaching her a lesson."
Kyo nodded. "Yes, well, consider your job finished. She is mine, and therefore, mine to punish. If I require your assistance I will let you know." He turned and knelt to the ground, carefully picking Satomi up and cradling her against his chest. He began to walk back down the hallway, until he paused and looked back at the man over his shoulder. "Oh, and if you ever touch her again, I'll make sure that your punishment is ten times worse than what you did to her." He smiled humorlessly once more before continuing on his way. When he had rounded the corner and they were out of earshot, Kyo looked down at her in worry. "Satomi, are you okay? He didn't do anything else to you, did he?"
Satomi stared up at him, looking scared and much like a small child. She didn't know what to say. She really didn't even know what to think. His tone, his demeanor, everything about him a few minutes ago was so alarming she actually felt fear take over her body. Which was odd, because she'd never felt that from him, not even once.
The blonde looked over her before returning his hazel gaze to her face. "Are you in shock right now? Do you need me to get you some medicine or something?" he asked.
She shook her head, still staring at him in awe. It was simply amazing. "What's wrong? You're being oddly quiet." He observed as he ascended the stairs to the floor where his room was located.
"Really?" she arched a curious brow, having been awakened from her stupor. "I'm being oddly quiet when I haven't spoken to you until today?"
He smiled at her, seeming like his old, happy-go-lucky self. "Ha, I knew that would get you to talk." He said, obviously pleased with himself.
She huffed and rolled her eyes, looking off. Kyo took her back to his room, kicking his door shut behind him before walking over and setting her on his bed. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked, gently grasping her chin and tilting it up so that he could get a better look at her neck. "Your neck looks like it's gonna bruise a bit, but other than that I don't see any other damage."
"I'm fine." She attempted to bat his hand away, a small tiny pink blush spreading across her cheeks from his odd, yet caring touch. It was strange, she'd been with him for two weeks and yet he'd never touched her in a sexual way. He never said anything offending, but he did talk all the time. She knew him, because he had told her so. She focused her gaze back on him, searching his concerned eyes. "What color…is my aura?"
He looked surprised by her question, but then smiled kindly at her. "Your aura is yellow." He said as his thumb caressed her jaw. "A bright, beautiful yellow.
Her face turned downcast, almost like she didn't believe him. "Really?"
"Yes." He nodded, stooping a bit so that he could look up into her face. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing's wrong…" she sighed. "I killed one of your ninja." She admitted.
"So." He shrugged. "You were trying to escape, it's only expected."
"I got caught. So I tried acting like my sister and he grabbed my butt and like…" she lifted her hands, making grabbing gestures with them in the manner the man from before had done to her rear.
Kyo simply smiled up at her, though his body visibly tensed a bit. "Then you had every right to do what you did Satomi."
"I'm sorry…" she sighed, lowering her head in shame, though she didn't understand why, maybe it was because she didn't like his aversion to her admission.
He cupped her face with his hands and tilted it upwards as he stood. "Hey, don't be sorry. I'm the one who should be sorry. Sorry I didn't leave to follow you sooner, so that you wouldn't have had to go through any of that." He said softly.
She shook her head and shrugged. "I guess I shouldn't have even tried. I've been trying to assess a way out for weeks…but I guess I really can't leave on my own."
"Satomi, I promise, that when the right time comes, I will help you escape." He told her, lowering his hands.
"You wouldn't really do that." She frowned, looking down once more. "Please don't spark any hope within me for such a thing."
"I never lie." He stated firmly. "And I mean it. When the best opportunity presents itself, I will make it possible for you to go home." He clapped his hands together then. "But for now, let's just get those handcuffs off you, shall we? I bet you'd like to be able to shower and stuff without the restraints."
The pink haired woman nodded and offered her wrists out to him. He walked over and grabbed a pouch. He reached in and took out some white clay. Then he walked back over to her and shoved it in the keyhole, before forming a few hand signs that hardened the white substance. Turning it, the cuffs snapped open and he took them from her, setting them aside before gently massaging one of her wrists. "There you go. I bet that feels a lot better, huh?" he looked up at her.
"Yeah…" she nodded, looking down to her wrists as well.
Kyo moved on to her other wrist and rubbed it soothingly. "Are you hungry?"
"Kinda…" she sighed, returning her gaze to his.
"Okay, I'll go get you something to eat for lunch." He kissed the back of her hand and stood. "I'll be right back." He smiled before letting go of her hand and leaving the room.
She stared after him and then looked around the room once she was alone. She glanced down to her wrists and a thought erupted in her mind. She could try and escape now. But then she frowned. Would something stop her once more? And he had just saved her, something inside her told her he wouldn't be so kind the second time around if she attempted.
So, her mind made up, she remained in the room, deciding to get up and look at the drying canvases. He was really talented. A little while later Kyo came back to the room, carrying two plates, two glasses, and he had something black draped over his arm. He smiled when he saw her admiring his work. "I could always paint something for you if you want." he offered as he walked towards the bed. "Unless you don't want a painting. I do drawings and sculptures as well."
Satomi glanced over at him and then the thing on his arm. "What's that?" she asked, ignoring his offer.
"Oh, I got you something else to wear." He opened his arms and unfolded a black dress. "I couldn't find any pants and stuff, but I figured you'd rather wear something a little less revealing than what you have on." He shrugged. The dress was almost exactly like her white one, but the shoulder strap was made of silver rope, and the bust was a bit tighter.
She stopped in front of him and took the dress, examining it and shrugging. "Thanks I guess." She sighed, heading into the bathroom to change, and when she emerged she was wearing the dress. She looked around the room and located him sitting on the bed.
"You look really pretty." He smiled at her. "Here's your plate. It's nothing fancy, just a sandwich. But it's better than nothing." He pushed a plate towards her.
Without a word, Satomi took the plate and sat beside him, beginning to eat, since by now she was comfortable with what he made her to eat. There was a long silence between them as they ate. She chewed her sandwich and swallowed, before lowering it to her plate. She looked over at him and met his gaze. "How come you haven't…tried anything with me?"
He looked up from his sandwich, a bit startled. "Well…it's not that I don't find you attractive, because honestly, I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my entire life. But I figured you wouldn't want me to try anything with you, and I'm not really the type of guy to force a woman, so I haven't." he shrugged.
"Yeah but…" she sighed. "You're a man. And isn't it like a dream to have a woman imprisoned in your bed?"
This made him chuckle. "Well, yeah, but for me it would have to be a form of role play. So the woman would have to be willing."
"So you don't want to?" she asked suspiciously.
He sighed and looked at her, giving her his full attention. "Satomi, I would be lying if I told you that sleeping with you wouldn't be wonderful. But I'm not going to force myself on you."
"Have you thought of it?"
"Forcing you?" he asked, shocked.
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "No. Of sleeping with me. Like normally, or was it just a stray thought like once, that you pushed aside?"
"Well…it crossed my mind…" he trailed off, looking away in slight embarrassment. Then he looked back at her and smiled slightly. "But, I'm a guy, so it's normal. For the most part though I've been focusing on trying to get you to talk to me, and now that you are my goal has changed to trying to get you to like me." His smile grew.
"I doubt that will ever happen." She scoffed, taking a sip of her water. "No matter how valiant you appeared when you saved me."
"You think I looked valiant?" he asked in slight awe, leaning closer to her. "That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me."
"Don't get too excited now." She said, pressing her hand against his chest and keeping him at the distance he was.
"Right, right." he nodded, sitting back. "Sorry." He took another bite of his sandwich. "So, what kind of hobbies do you have?"
She shrugged. "I work at the hospital and destroy stuff…that's about it."
"But what do you like to do? You know, stuff outside of being a shinobi for your village." He pressed.
"Nothing really."
"Oh." It was silent for a while as the two of them finished off their sandwiches. "What's your favorite flower?" he suddenly asked as he took her empty plate and set it aside along with his.
"I like yellow flowers a lot…roses are pretty." She shrugged.
"Is yellow your favorite color?"
She looked over at him and gave another small shrug. "I don't hate it."
Kyo scooted a bit closer to her. "Satomi…can I ask you a serious question?" he asked softly.
Satomi blinked and met his gaze. "Um sure. What?"
"Do you think, if the circumstances were different, and we weren't at war, that I would have had a chance with you?" an open and honest look came to his face then.
Her eyes widened slightly, but from their proximity he could clearly see it. "Huh?" she breathed out.
"If you weren't a prisoner of war, and there was no war for that matter, would I have had a chance with you? If we had just met in a normal way?" he reiterated.
She actually laughed and shook her head, "No. Probably not. You kinda talk a lot."
Kyo smiled anyways, and it was a happy one. "Well I still would've tried." He reached out and placed his hand over hers on the bed, causing her eyes to shoot to his. "You have the laugh of an angel Satomi."
She frowned and looked off, slowly glancing at their hands. She was extremely uncomfortable with the contact, but it was hard to make him sad. At least, now it was. Everything he said was so sweet and genuine. "If this was not how I encountered you, I would not have given you the light of day. But…since I've been forced to be with you…you're actually…" she took a deep breath, wondering if it were wise to utter these next words. "Pretty fascinating."
He chuckled. "Thanks. Nobody has ever called me fascinating before." He said, removing his hand from over hers since he didn't want to push his luck. She had just started talking to him today after all. "Usually its stuff like idiot, dumbass, annoying, freak…you get the point."
"Well…that's just because you talk…a lot. But it's okay. My sister talks a lot too. So I think I might be used to it, or like immune or something." She told him, a small smile tugging at her lips.
"That's good. I wouldn't want to get on your nerves or anything." He smiled, lying back on his bed with his hands behind his head with a sigh. "You know, I never really understood why our nations had to go to war. All it does is cause numerous deaths, and leaves families devastated with loss."
Satomi nodded, "Because people don't know how to work things out when they disagree. After all, it's never really 'everybody wins' to cooperate and coexist. You must give something up. And we all know how much men don't like giving things up." She laughed once more, with a small smirk. She looked back at him and then stood, wanting to stretch her legs.
"I guess you're right." he rolled his head so that he could look at her. "What's Suna like? I never got to go there before our nations started fighting. All I know is that it's a big desert, but that's common knowledge."
"That's basically it." She replied, stretching her arms up in the air, causing the short dress to ride up. "It's hot in the day and freezing at night. It takes strength to live there, and skill that's for sure. But it's always sunny and warm, and there's never bad weather. Only like once every year or so."
"That sounds nice." His gaze trailed to her newly exposed skin. "Well, I'm going to start my new picture." He got up from the bed and hastily walked over to where his blank easel was.
She watched him move and then sit in front of the blank canvas. "What are you going to paint?"
"I'm going to paint happiness." He declared, picking up some of his paints and getting his palette ready.
"I don't understand."
Kyo smiled over at her. "You will when I finish. But until then, no peeking." He pointed his paintbrush at her before returning to what he was doing.
She sighed and walked over to his bed, laying on the side he always placed her on to sleep. "Well alright. I'm exhausted. So I'm going to sleep."
"Okay. Sleep well Satomi." He said as his brush touched the canvas. He did this for the rest of the day, glancing at her sleeping form every now and then to make sure she was okay. Shortly after it grew dark, he stopped, readying himself for bed and going to sleep on the couch. He did so with a smile on his face, marking this day as one where he had made tremendous headway in his quest to get Satomi to like him as much as her liked her.
