The second chapter in a day.

You guys should be proud, except the reason I have managed to write two chapters in a short amount of time is not a good one.

Truth is, the father of someone I know died today. A tractor accident at his work. First thing I did was go over and see how my friend was doing, and I can honestly tell you guys it was the hardest two hours of my life.

I can't remember the last time I cried so hard.

So, I got home a little bit ago, and just started writing so I could concentrate on something different.

I don't know a lot of my reviewers personally, but I know there are a lot of people who can relate to a deceased parent, and I know how hard it can be. But, nevertheless, whether you want it to or not, life goes on.

I tried not to let my crappy day impact my writing, but I have this bad habit of letting my emotions effect the genre of my writing. I think I've managed to keep that depressive-ness out of my writing today, though.

I hope.

Anyway, on a lighter subject.

Enjoy the chapter.

CHAPTER TWO.

Pain.

Pain.

Pain.

Once again, I had wakened to the same feelings of dread and hurt, pain radiating from my muscles, my eyes and my pride. Emotionally, I could feel myself being stripped bare and set on fire, as if I was part of some tribal sacrifice – the suffering of one in order to initiate good fortune for another.

Eat.

Stretch.

Stare blankly around the room, searching for an exit that I may have missed the last eighteen times I'd studied the room. But it was the same. Always the same.

It was becoming a routine for me.

My future was looking pretty grim.

I kept up my exercises, keeping in good shape because I needed strength. The first chance to escape, I was going to take it. I needed to get out of here. It wasn't healthy.

I ate the food that was left in my cage, even though I knew it wasn't very nutritious and probably held components of many different drugs.

In the beginning, I had tried not eating, but I needed all the strength I could get. And eating food – however tampered, was strength all the same. And I needed that strength to escape.

Because I had decided, that no matter what, I was going to escape.

"Good morning my little experiment."

I was getting increasingly sick of his voice, tempting me to punch him in the face. Hard.

I was never this angry before.

"What have you done now, Kabuto?!" I sighed angrily, throwing my hands up in the air in resignation.

He laughed joyously, apparently happy with his own results, and scribbled on the notepad he almost constantly had connected to his hand these past few days. "Interesting.." He mumbled to himself, as if uncovering some great discovery.

He knew it annoyed me.

"Your byakugan is a very intricate piece of the hyuuga anatomy. Its connected to your chakra network, your nervous system, your bloodstream, your muscle functions and tendons." He informed me, pushing his glasses up his face until they were secure on his nose once again. "It's as if every bodily function can be altered by the byakugan. But if I make a mistake when fiddling with the byakugan, I could lethally damage your nervous system and cause some major blood clottage."

Fiddle. He was 'fiddling' with my byakugan. I'd definitely prefer it if he kept using scientific words, because at least then it sounded like he knew what he was talking about.

I secretly wondered how I was still alive.

"However," Kabuto continued, ignorant to my procrastination, "This also leads to various other theories, like, if I were to advance your byakugan, would that advance your other bodily functions also?"

He wasn't talking to me, he was talking to himself. The fact that I was in the room wasn't even processing in his brain at the moment, and anything lesser than screaming and jumping around my cage, he wouldn't notice my existence.

He got into these trances quite often these days, too excited about his theories to do much else but talk about them.

"Hinata."

My eyes shot up at the sound of my name being used.

"It's time for some... live experimentation." He grinned.

And pulled the sign of the boar.

And I was out like a light.

^^TRAPPED^^

When I awoke, all I saw was white.

A blinding, stunning white light that made me flinch away.

But I couldn't.

Pulling at my wrists and feet, I felt my limbs connected to a cold metal table. An operating table.

I knew that Kabuto had to have been putting me on one of these things constantly these past couple of days, months, weeks, or however long I'd been here, but I'd never seen it.

I'd never been conscious before.

But now, I was very conscious.

Trying to see past the bright light, I activated my byakugan, only to find that was a bad idea. As my vision cleared, I saw Kabuto standing above me, a needle in his hands. He grinned to himself as I activated the Hyuuga's signature doujutsu and stabbed the needle into the skin of my shoulder.

And then I found myself unable to deactivate my byakugan.

"Perfect," He grinned to himself.

And then I came to realise why I felt so much pain when I woke up in the morning.

He poked, prodded, pinched and stitched. Creating holes in my skin, observing, before stitching me up again. Drugs in all different shapes and sizes, tables, grounded dust, herbs, liquids, were all injected, and engulfed, making me feel dizzy and uncertain.

In the beginning, it hurt like hell, but towards the end of our session, Kabuto was grinning gleefully, and my head was lolling to the side, dazed. I could hear him speak to himself – as he always did – but my brain couldn't comprehend his words, as if they were spoken in a different language.

Then, I was given the physical test.

^^TRAPPED^^

It was actually one of my most enjoyed parts of being prisoned and tortured on a regular basis – the physical tests. It gave me a chance to stretch my legs and let my anger out on something, which was whatever Kabuto could conjure for the session.

I was a lot angrier these days – apparently a side effect to one of the drugs I was taking, according to Kabuto – but that just made the test more enjoyable.

Today, I was faced against a voltage generator, protected by a sheet of unbreakable glass (trust me, I knew. I had tried to break through the same glass many times before. But Kabuto was nothing if not thorough.)

The voltage generator, as Kabuto explained, gathered an insane amount of electricity in which continously thundered straight towards the ground in an attempt to lose it's negative charge.

"Test of speed." Was all Kabuto said, before throwing me into the steamy room.

Before I even had a chance to move a muscle, I could already feel the static radiation throughout the room and running through my system, keeping me alert, yet making me feel exceedingly uncomfortable.

I knew, from the long hours I spent reading books and learning about mother nature and her ways in the academy, that lightning needed an outlet. That it headed towards the closest thing to it/closest thing in the room and immediately attatched to it, in order to hit the ground and lose it's negative charged.

Before I was in the room, the ground was the closest object to it.

Now that I was here...

I was in trouble.

You know how I said the physical test were the most enjoyable thing around here?

I must have been lying.

Feeling the charge in the room beginning to strike, I ran.

And was hit by the high voltage of the lightning.

"Faster, Hinata."

"I'd like to see you try!" I yelled back at him, angry as I tried to jump away from the next bolt.

And failed miserably.

I swear, the only person able to move fast enough would be the fourth Hokage. And lightning would even give him a run for his money.

Feeling that my hair was standing in all directions, dizzy as hell, and feeling as though I had just jump-started my heart, I tried to shushin to evade the next bolt.

Almost.

After hours and hours of feeling like a roasted turkey, I had gathered some sort of plan. It worked, the very few times that I could complete the plan to it's exact standards. I needed to be precise to survive, to stay still, till the last second, pouring as much chakra into my legs as possible before sprinting away from the lighting.

It was hard.

And I was verging on collapse ten minutes later when I was finally getting the hang of it, the last possible second being easier to understand, easier to evade each shock of electricity.

"This is begginning to become easy." Kabuto muttered, and I resisted the urge to cry when he made a series of handsigns and threw his palms open towards the generator – which was still in one piece no matter how hard I tried to break it.

And then the machine went crazy, shooting electricity out of it's talons – not that it had talons, but I was too fried I think my imagination was causing some serious damage to my perception of reality – at an alarming speed, at least eight bolts shooting out of its claws at once.

And I was expected to dodge them all.

Unconsciously, my byakugan activated.

And the gruelling process continued.

^^TRAPPED^^

Drained and exhausted, I lay on the cold hard floor of the 'training room', the bolts of electricity finally halting as Kabuto pulled some hand-signs and stopped the giant machine.

I couldn't stand, but that was the usual. Kabuto made a point of waiting until I had collapsed before halting the training session and chaining me back up before wheeling me to my cage.

This was because I had a tendency to attack him when I had even the slightest amount of energy left.

Unfortunately, this was not one of those times.

I stood on shaking legs as the cuffs were chained around my arms and stumbled alongside Kabuto as he dropped me onto a wheelchair and started to guide me to my cage.

I was on the verge of falling asleep on the chair when I heart a conspicuously loud grunt.

I had completely forgotten about Random Human.

"Hey, Kabuto! I'm hungry! I've been working hard, I think I deserve some ramen! Miso!" I almost fell of the chair at the sound of Random Human's voice, and my byakugan unconsciously activated.

Strange, I didn't know I had enough chakra left to even activate my byakugan.

"Damn it." Kabuto muttered to himself, and moved his hands to create the boar sign, but it was already too late.

I had heard him.

The extremely familiar voice of my long-time love – the man who I had loved since I was four, and thought was dead as of some years ago.

He was alive?

Last Konoha had heard of him, before he could return from his three year training trip, he was ambushed by the sound, and defeated in battle.

I had cried for weeks.

Shaking my head out of my thoughts, I turned my head in the direction of his voice, "Naruto?!" I called out after taking a breath, as loud and clear as I could.

Please don't let it be him. I silently begged. If he was alive, I'd be insanely happy, but, considering the circumstances, if he was here dealing with the same issues I was, I just couldn't take it.

He didn't deserve this.

"... Hinata?"

Dammit.

It was him.

Naruto.

^^TRAPPED^^

I hope it turned out alright.

Let me know what you think.