The love of a apprentice
By
C0nfidentHinata
Author's note: I'm almost forgetting about my stories and how bad I use to write. You know I was about 13 when I wrote? Two years later I know I can do better XD So sorry, ShizunexKabuto fans! I didn't mean to keep you waiting…
Chapter Three
She opened her sore eyes to the dirty cell she saw every morning, or at least every time she fell asleep and woke up. Time seemed to be none existent. There were no windows to tell the difference between night or day, just the cold dirt floor and metal bars. She only saw one person, Kabuto. He slaved away at the desk across from her cell. He wrote papers or mixed together strange liquids. He forced her for information sometimes and he left her stale bread and disgusting water.
She had gotten use to the environment. The bread stopped tasting so stale and the water seemed to be tasteless. She even got use to the truth serum that Kabuto would give her. Even the guilt of betraying her village seemed to elude her.
Her thoughts seemed to always be fogging and little by little she was starting to forget the life outside the metal bars. There was one thing she didn't forget, Tsunade. In her dreams, she was still chasing down the hokage to do paper work. Following the little pig as it sniffed her out. Tsunade and Kabuto seemed to be the only two people who were still real to her.
She faintly remembered Naruto. He had left an impression on her and Tsunade. Still he seemed almost as imaginary as the day she had left the village to search for herbs. Herbs, She could barley remember how to make medicine with them.
As the days pasted she got use to not living in a real world. She knew one day Kabuto wouldn't need her here for information. That the war would end. There would be a winner and she could only hope that Tsunade was safe and even the imaginary Naruto.
But other days, she would cry. She would hate herself for getting trapped in her, For forgetting, for losing everything she ever had. She would miss them. That was one of those days.
She tilted her sore head up more. She almost forgot what it was like to be healthy. She crawled over to the bars in her tattered kimono. Her cold hand gripped the bar feebly. "Why…" She whispered. Today, or tonight, she still didn't know, She needed something. She couldn't figure out what. Being trapped in the dusty cell had left her in need for something. Maybe to hold? Talk to? Anything to let her know she was still alive.
At that moment, the door opened. It must be the time for Kabuto to work at his desk. His shadowy figure appeared through the door. He took even steps toward the desk. She noticed his glasses were broken. The boy dug through the drawers in the desk.
She only remembered one time where Kabuto came in with broken glasses. He fixed them and went right to work, but today Kabuto's calm exterior seemed cracked. She had seen him mad a couple times. It was usually about the information she gave, he would hit her. She dealt with it though, because sometimes she talked to him.
It always left her in a new reality. She would live for the times of human companionship, but they didn't come around so often. She didn't know what he got out of them though.
She kept watching him. He pulled out a knife then shook his glasses off to the ground. They fell with a slight clink sounds against the concrete close to her. The boy stared at the knife and Shizune felt something she hadn't felt in a long time. Fear.
She reached out and wrapped her hands around his glasses. She pulled them into the cell and looked at the cracks. It looked like he had been hit in the face. She glanced back up at him. His face was scrunched up as he held the knife behind him. The dim light of a single oil lamp wasn't enough light to much.
She watched as he held his pony tail in his hand. Then he dove the knife down the hair in-between his hand and head. Stands of hair fell across the floor. Kabuto held his pony tail in his hand and slammed it on his desk. He bit his lip and looked at the wall.
"What are you doing?" her thin voice seemed to echo off the walls. Kabuto looked a little surprised as he looked over your shoulder. "It doesn't matter to you, prisoner" she sighed. Prisoner, he always called her that now. It was like her second name. She had to keep remembering it was Shizune.
It didn't look like she was going to get any conversation started today. She hadn't talked to him a long time. Maybe two weeks but she doubted her sense of time. She was knocked out of her thoughts by a kunai hitting the bars of the cage only inches from her head.
Kabuto stood in front of the desk holding another Kunai. He took a step toward her. She felt sacred again. He was walking toward her and he never did that unless getting information. He didn't have the serum. It had been along time. Her information probably wasn't relative anymore. She had served her purpose.
The keys jingled as her unlocked the gate. She suddenly jumped her feet. She wasn't ready to die yet. She pushed the bars toward Kabuto who looked startled but held them tight in his hand. "What a feeble attempt…pathetic, like your village" She moved her feet into a fighting stance. She had to get out, or she would die for her…village. Faint memories played in her head. They were so blurry but she could make out Tsunade reading a book and herself with ton ton in her arms.
She remember the glasses in her hand and crushed them in her hand and through some of the glass shards at Kabuto who was coming though the bar door. He held up his hand surround by blue chakra and caught the sharp pieces. As he did so she moved toward him throwing the shards again as she pushed the bars which were still unlocked. It moved open but Kabuto was quicker.
He shoved the door close with his other hand. The door locked when it shut and she was thrown back against the wall. She let out a little cry of pain. Kabuto pinned her to the wall. "You little witch" He shouted in her face. She held her head up and squinted with the force he was using on her.
She gathered up all the chakra she had been saving as Kabuto reached for the kunai knife. She pushing toward her arms like Tsunade usually did and forceful pushed him into the wall. She ran and again focused the charka in her arms and slapped against the bars. They bent. Then she was tackled to the ground.
She tried to roll over before she hit the ground but it didn't work. Kabuto had her in a tight grip. She was flat on the ground, his weight on top of her. She could tell he was mad. She had picked a perfect time to struggle against him, she had made his anger worst.
"You little…" He took the knife and jammed it into her shoulder blade. She gave a sudden scream of pain. She winced as he took it out. Her shoulder throbbed with pain as she bit her lip to hold in her screams. She hadn't completely forgotten she was ninja.
The red liquid squirted out of the wound and bleed over clothes. It dripped over her shoulder on to the dusty floor. It was warm. She hadn't bleed in a long time. She watched her wound for a second then looked back up at Kabuto towering over her, his face mad with rage and his breath hot. She could almost feel it on her face.
He held the Kunai to her neck. She felt the cold steel against her. She glanced at it then back up at her attacker. She hadn't seen him this close before. In his eyes, she saw frightening hatred and service. She knew he highly admired Orochimaru like she did Tsunade, but she was friends with her mentor. He was a slave to his.
Orochimaru must have got mad at him and hit him, breaking his glasses. For a moment she wished she could take him out of this life style, but the pressure applied to her neck shook her out of those thoughts.
"Orochimaru only wanted your hair, you have to make this more difficult prisoner." He wasn't here to kill her? She relaxed a bit under his grip. He felt it and gripped her shirt in his other hand. He yanked her up. She felt more alive. She was bleeding, you have to have blood to bleed. You have to be alive to have blood. She had fought even for awhile for her life. She was alive and had a name.
"Shizune…" He glared at her though his dark black eyes. He looked different without his glasses, he looked more deadly. "What? Prisoner" He said from behind her. "My name is shizune" her choked voice said. He leaned his head over her shoulder. She stared forward and not dare make a move. Her body was too weak and her shoulder was throbbing.
She could feel his breath on her ear. "The day I call you that, is the day you have my respect" he whispered. She gulped but had a stern gaze at the wall. Then she felt his hand grab her hair. He bawled it up in his hand till he had all of it on one place.
His tighten grip on her hair made her dizzy. It hurt having your hair pulled but it hurt getting stabbed in the shoulder too. She could feel some of the blood running down her arm but choose to ignore it.
She felt the grip loosen as her chopped of her hair. Some forgotten strands fell around her. She looked down at her bare feet. She had lost her shoes awhile ago, just like she had lost her life. She was weak and hurt. She had no chance of escape and her only company was a broken man and blurry memories. She heard Kabuto's foot steps. He must have walked toward the door. She wasn't going to try to escape.
A single tear feel from the corner of her eye, down her cheek, and dropped to the blood stained floor.
