I don't own Naruto, but if I did then Lee's springtime of youth would be canon
"So you're not going to talk?" The bulky shadow figure said behind a large table.
"There's nothing to say, I barely looked at him," Shikamaru said, growing tired of the incessant conversation.
He couldn't help sounding disengaged. He barely woke up in handcuffs, and in an uncomfortable position on the hard floor. Shikamaru was slowly placing his head on the table, feeling the wooden oak press into his forehead, when the figure abruptly turned on the light. It showed a couple of scars that he had in his face, a police cap, and instead of a police uniform, however, he wore a black trench coat.
The man simpered, "There's ways of making you talk. Izumo, Kotetsu, take him to...'The Room'."
Suddenly he was being dragged by two uniformed subordinates to a bright room filled with five other other people. As soon as he entered, they threw him on the ground and left.
The room was moderate sized and seemed to fit six people, including Shikamaru, in grunge attire. In the corner of the room, however, displayed a wooden door with a single blood stain etched on the side.
Shikamaru recognized two prisoners right away: Genma, and Hayate. Three others were there, but seemed ready for the inevitable. Hayate was passed out as Genma talked to someone with black tinted circular glasses.
"...And from my three cellmates, not one survived Ibiki's torture. We might as well get comfortable. This is the end."
"Damnit," spewed Genma, "I never even heard of the name Kakazu in my life. Why are you here?"
"The same situation, only my guy is named Pein," he said fixing his glasses.
In the opposite corner a man with white hair and sharp teeth started laughing to himself, "I can't believe you guys never heard of the Akatsuki."
"The Akatsuki?" another prisoner with orange frames and black tinted glasses said.
"Yeah, that's why we're all here," he said with a sardonic smirk, "Because we were lucky enough to have been blessed with there presence."
"Fuck," cried Genma leaning back, relaxing his handcuffed arms, and spreading his legs out.
The white haired guy looked at Shikamaru, "Hey new guy, what's your name?"
Shikamaru turned his body so that his laid down body would face them and lazily opened his eyes. He knew it was too much to expect them to believe he was unconscious, "Shikamaru."
"He is alive, I'm Suigetsu, the bird brain next to me is Aoba. We're here because of a guy named Kisame."
"And Hidan," Aoba added silently.
"So, what did that sadist ring you for?"
"I don't know...honestly I was half asleep through the whole thing," Shikamaru said with a yawn closing his eyes.
Suigetsu looked surprised, "Wow. Considering that you're going to be brutally tortured, you're pretty...calm."
"If I die, I die. There's no need to make a big fuss if there's nothing I can do about it. But I'm not going to die from exhaustion, so…," Shikamaru said cupping his hands so his fingertips touched.
Genma seemed to have tried to sleep but kept a scowl on his face, and Aoba was shaking his leg with his chains clinking being the only source of noise.
A few second later the door flew open and Ibiki threw a body in, and grabbed Shikamaru by the back of his stained green shirt.
"You're being moved." Ibiki said casually, closing the door behind him.
What was going on? Nothing made sense!
"Thanks Ibiki," Kiba said grabbing onto Shikamaru's handcuffs.
Ibiki grunted, and walked back into the room with a few more people.
The interrogation is about to begin.