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With piercings so deep

Chapter Two

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"Leader-Sama, the effect is wearing off." A hard voice rang from behind a stone wall. Heavy footsteps led their way to the door then forced it open, earning a shrill creek. He could see only her outline, but it annoyed him none the less. She was so pitiful, so weak. It horrified him to think he had ever fallen into her poorly made trap. He was far beyond her in every way, compared to her, he was a god.

The girl turned, rolling to the side, exposing her gentle features to the light. Her hair was uncommonly bright, and he figured it must've been a hassle in battles considering how long it was. To kill her would be a pleasure. Watching her suffer was, at the moment, the peak of his existence. And he couldn't quite wrap his mind around what made her so intolerable. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a slight twitch from her hand.

"You will heal what you have created," A voice shot from across the room, waking her out from the dark. Her cheek was pressed roughly against the floor. Wait, a floor? Her eyes flickered around her, black walls, stone. She defiantly wasn't in the cave anymore.

Why was she here? Where was she? Thoughts pounded her through her mind, this couldn't be happening. She locked eyes with her captors and shook her head, "Y-you-" She spat, and then clutched the side of her neck, clutching a large mauve bruise that he had placed when she fell unconscious. Bastard.

"We have limited daylight in this part of the forest," His hard gaze seemed to pin her down, "Do not hesitate, I would advise you to not waste this time." A cloak glimmered before her, she raised her gaze to see the pierced man hovering over her, "The fact I am able to continue with my duties is the only reason you're alive."

He gradually drew out a kunai and grazed it over his left palm, letting the blood seep out and absorb itself into the pink haired girl's neck wound. "These walls are your borders, medic, as long as I need you you're nothing more than a-"

"Prisoner?" She spat, snapping her teeth shut. How could she have been so careless? She should've let him die right when she had the chance. His tongue clicked, letting saliva flick itself onto her face, "A tool might fit the description better."

"Oh don't worry; in this critical situation I am in no hurry to receive any adulation." She fought with what little energy she had, struggling as he cupped her chin letting her face close in on his, "A tool does not need to be praised, only admired and put to work." His words stung.

He ripped out one piercing from his ear, paying no mind to the blood trailing onto his robe, and wedged it under the tender skin of Sakura's neck wound. Earning a short, earsplitting cry from the pale woman. "You are mine until you are of no use." Her breath was quivering, barley escaping. He shot out his hand, grabbing her arm, twisting it slightly. "Is this understood?" Sakura wanted nothing more than to kill him, but she knew that was right next to impossible. This was Pein, supposed leader of Akatsuki, ruthless in every way, who just had happened to fall into a Genin-level trap.

"You're not ready." He was monotone, hand still bolted onto her arm. Sakura snorted, letting her bangs fall over her eyes, "I have my-my own wounds to fix before I wou-would even consider moving onto you." The warped eyed man only nodded, "Will you be needing food?"

Sakura inwardly cringed, what kind of question was that? Because of him she would never find Sasuke. Because of him she would die before she got out of this place. Because of him she would never be able to trust again.

"I will send someone to feed you." It was then Sakura realized her hands and legs hand been cuffed with thick steel, surrounded by piercings of sorts. She figured the piercings were lined with his chakra, just like the one on her neck; it wouldn't have been worth her while to try and break free.

He left her in the darkness. She could hear his footsteps growing softer and softer. The room was made of blocks of stone; you didn't have to have light to be able to notice. The room was cold, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. It was times like these that made her wonder why she had ever changed her outfit to something so revealing.

Ever since Sasuke had left she had changed her outfit to a simple black dress, hanging an inch above the knee. She figured it was the closest way to feel connected to him, he seemed to despise her other outfit anyway. Ino's red ribbon was either placed around her waist or to pull back her locks, either way it held weapons nicely.

"Baa-san, this is ridiculous, if he were really a god he would have been healed by now." A small child with flaming eyes hissed, letting his lips twitch upwards. The old woman fiddled with a blank piece of paper, twirling the edges till they were bent.

Slowly her gaze met the boys, "Even gods have weak moments," Her glare shook the boy's core, "you are an exeption, I suposse." The children chuckled at the growing scarlet rising on his cheeks.

Her chest puffed, leaving a swelling feeling deep in her heart. Ino, she missed that girl. Which made Sakura laugh at the bitterness of it all, never would she have thought she'd miss Ino. Then again, she never thought she'd be healing the leader of Akatsuki. All happy memories disapated as Pein raced through her mind. What had she done to deserve this? Deep down she knew. Deep down she was being punished. And deep down, she knew she deserved it.

Shuffling of feet were outside the door, a few murmurs made their way to her ears, even though she could quite make out what they were saying. Sakura sucked in her breath, what could possibly make this worse? A member of Akatsuki feeding her? With the luck she'd had, it would probably be none other than the elder of the last of the Uchiha clan- Itachi.

The door leisurely let itself swing open revealing none other than the man who had brought her here in the first place. "I thought you ordered someone to-" He looked annoyed, raising an eyebrow at her, "It appears you are my responsibility, and it seems not even the lowest ranking member of this organization wants to inhale the same air as you."

Sakura nodded, glancing at the bowl in his hands, steam rose from the pot making her mouth water slightly. "Then you had better hold your breath," Sakura sneered, struggling to sit herself up from off the stone floor. The burgundy haired man looked less than amused, "I'll take my chances."

Taking one hand out from underneath the warm basin, he slowly placed it under her chin letting his thumb open up her lips. Sakura snapped her teeth, catching the tip of his finger. He pulled it back hastily and hissed, "I am doing this so you will not die. This skin disorder you've placed on me needs to be removed."

That's right, Sakura thought, how could I forget about something like that? Trembling slightly, she nodded opening her lips to let him place the spoon in her mouth. He dipped the utensil into the soup and let the scorching metal burn her lips. Sakura pulled her head back hastily and blew softly before putting her lips back on the tool.

With each spoonful he gave her, the warmer she became. The floor around them seemed to grow warmer by the second. Her placed the spoon directly on her lower lip and shifted his body slightly, but it was enough to make the cooling liquid drip all around her mouth.

Sakura stared at him wide eyed watching him take a corner of his robe and dabbed her mouth gently. A strange feeling bubbled through her, a terrifying mix of hatred, fear, and lust all combined. Everything about him made her regret ever beginning his healing, his words stung and he was as heartless as any man could be. But there was something in his touch that was gentle.

"Why are you doing this?" Sakura spoke, still visibly shaking.

He looked at her inodorously, and then it was soon replaced with annoyance. It was a look she was growing more familiar with as each moment passed. "Your death would be inconvenient." The pink haired girl shook her head, what would happen when she became useless to this man?

"we start tomorrow." It was more a statement than a question but Sakura nodded slowly, unsure of her answer. Then he stood, his ankles nearly brushing her nose. Once he was gone she was left to stay in the darkness he had placed her in.

"You neck wound is closing, I don't think- I wouldn't- I shouldn't rush it anymore, it's the only way I can get into your blood stream without creating more wounds." Her voice was soft, but uncaring. This was perfectly understandable to Pein, if he was in her position he wouldn't have cared whether he lived or died.

"But these boils, this should be impossible." The man beneath her hands only watched her eyes flicker in conflict of what to do. She took her ribbon out of her hair and placed in it Pein's large, burly hands. "Hold-Hold this as tight as you can," She ordered, completely forgetting the position she was in, which pissed him off.

"Close your eyes," She spoke, unsure of what he might do, but he did as he was told. He heard a chime of a kunai being pulled out of a satchel. Sakura brought her kunai over to the first bulge and plunged the kunai in, letting nothing but her poison seep out.

"There shou-shouldn't be this much poison in your system, do you- have you be-been involved in any battles before contact with-with-" Pein opened his eyes, loosening the grip on her ribbon, "Why would that be of any concern?" His voice was bitter, making the kunai in her hands shake.

"I-I can't help you until I figure out what's causing this." Pein stared at the girl with dull eyes. He hadn't let her out of this cell for anything, letting her pale skin become even more fluorescent. "I haven't been in contact with anything other than what you have created."

Emerald orbs lowered, "Gomen nasai," The leader let a long pause go on before turning his head to the side, away from her, "You're not forgiven." Sakura let a small smile grace her lips, not out of happiness, but out of the irony of it all.

"You're positive." Sakura quirked a delicate brow before furrowing them together. "Then all I can do for now is give you this-" She began, reaching into her red satchel bringing out the same liquid she had given him when they had first met.

"Kunoichi, your mind may not be as developed as mine," The ninja began, his words drawing out as if she had gone mad, "but you'd have to be ill to believe one such as myself would ever let that substance come between these lips." Sakura frowned, "This will stop the poison from reaching your Circulatory System," Her breath grew quiet as her mind raced for a way to break the words down, "It's the next best thing to a cure."

Pein lowered his lids reluctantly, letting her place her cuffed hands by his lips. The fluid sunk down his throat letting a burning trail devour whatever might have been in its way.

"Haruno," Her name came from under his breath, making Sakura choke on her own tongue, "It seems you have made the Uchiha's black book. Not to worry, it's only because of your relation to the younger Uchiha." He added when pure horror replace her otherwise calm face, considering the situation she was in. "It only seems fair I know the name of the medic who will be working on me, yes?" Sakura nodded, it seemed ever since she had met Pein her whole body never quit trembling. The fact he knew her name now only intensified the position she was in.

"Your neck," Sakura spoke, placing both cuffed hands on his wound, "It's warm,"

"Blood is circulating." Pein stated as Sakura nodded. "It's noth-nothing to celebrate, you-you still shouldn't be moving as much as you are." Red orbs lowered themselves into a glare, "Do not compare me to a statistic. I am much more than an average person."

Sakura only nodded. It seemed she had been doing a lot of that. "The," Sakura hesitated, unsure of what to call the disorder that grew on his flesh, instead, she pointed a trembling finger. "Are only filled with my poison, something in your body is recreating it, at a very fast pace." Sakura looked at the bubbling effect on his skin. This was a problem. "Do you have any abilities that would allow you to do such a thing?" Pein was taken back. She had caught on so fast; he thought it would've at least taken the girl a week. A small ghost of a smirk plastered itself on his face. Getting rid of this girl would be sooner than he had anticipated. It was just as well.

"No such abilities," He lied, not sure why he would let himself risk death over amusement. This made Sakura furrow her brow, leaning closer to Pein. She could've sworn that was it, Sakura sighed, back to square one.

"Lay-lay your head back," He did as he was told, his tresses pressed against the stone. He could see she very had little chakra left, which confused him. He had placed that piercing to give her little bits of his. She must've been rejecting it; the thought hit Pein, which made him snarl. Ungrateful bitch.

"Your bruise has not gone away," Pein trapped her with his words, "tell me why." Sakura shakily brought her head over to him; she didn't think he'd notice. Her mind raced, searching for something to cover it up. Of course she rejected his chakra, she didn't want any part of him circling around her body.

"It takes longer for the flesh to heal when the body is trapped indoors." She bit hesitantly, not quite sure if it was true or not. She figured it was close enough. "Then," Pein cut off her thoughts, standing up, "one who is injured will not be able to work at ones full capacity."

Sakura eyed him gratefully, "Arigato," When he was at his full height he glanced down at the cuffed girl bellow him. The things he could do to her at this moment. The thoughts that should've been in his head. He wanted nothing more than to be healed and exterminate the pest that was taking up more space than he could give.

"The cuffs on your legs will be removed." Sakura nodded, wishing he would leave. With him around her, her mind flooded with thoughts, with questions. Giving her no time to think about how she was going to escape, how she was going to find Sasuke.

If she kept her times right, she had a little less than twelve hours to plan an escape. She had twelve hours to save her life. And if she prayed hard enough, save Sasukes.

NEXT CHAPTER:

"What about this do you find so complicated?" The pierced man pressed his face dangerously close to hers, less than an inch apart. Both their breaths were heavy, heaving in and out of their lungs.

When she didn't answer he pressed her harder against a large tree behind the medic, "This will not happen again, if you desire freedom," Pein brought his lips to her ear, blowing air on her neck, brining shivers up her whole body, "I will kill you right here," She sucked in her breath, clenching her eyes shut.

Pein opened his lips and gently bit down on the tip of her ear, forcing a moan out of Sakura.

"This world is beyond you and your selfish antics." Pein spoke, taking his lips off her skin and brought his face in front of hers. "Gomen nasai," Sakura blurted, squeezing her orbs even tighter.

Slowly he brought his mouth closer to hers, pressing slightly. "You are not forgiven."

Pein was a cruel man, and everything he did was never done out of emotion or tenderness. A wolf and his pray, toying with her every chance he got. And he was sure this would make his medic go beyond distress. Because both of them knew she was constantly shaking a mere three quarters of what she should've been. The other percentage was of lust.

Lust for a touch such as his.