A/N: SO. This has been rewritten! Head on towards the rewritten if you'd like, or feel free to read this terrible writing of mine.

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~Cora's P.O.V.~

When I came to, my head was pounding. A pounding that matched the current speed of my heartbeat, much like the throb slightly straying from that beat in my stomach. My ears were ringing, but it was slowly fading away. Without opening my eyes, I tried to feel if there were any other pains besides the ones in my head and stomach. If anyone was in the room with me they wouldn't be able to tell I had woken, right?

The only other pains were from the sore muscles, scratches, and bruises I got while traveling through the forest. Though, my arms did kind of hurt. Seeing as how they were tied behind my back. It appears my captive thought of me as weak, as they didn't bind my legs. Big mistake on their part.

Slowly, I opened my eyes. Blinking a few times to become accustomed to the suddenly very painfully bright room, I saw that I was in a cell. Strangely, it was a cell inside of a typical bedroom sized room. There was nothing but an older looking version of those toilets you see in jail cells, and a small, cheap, futon, which was currently in 'bed' mode.

The actual barring was a good distance from the door, which was metal and looked... Well. It looked like nothing could take it down. I can see why they didn't care to tie my legs. I inched my way towards the nearest wall until I felt my back press against it. Using the wall as support, I pushed myself up to stand, wincing when my stomach wound screamed at me to stop my moving.

Now that I was standing, I walked over to the futon and sat crossed legged. Sure, I was currently... hostage? But that didn't mean I couldn't make myself comfortable for the time being. How would I know how long it'd be before they came in here to check on me? Or give me food?

...Did they even plan on giving me food? I would be a poor hostage if so. I'd die within the week. Or within days, depending on if they gave me water or not. Plus, I don't know how long I've been unconscious. I'm still very hungry and thirsty...

Yeah. I'll definitely be dead within the week.

And that's when I started panicking. I didn't want to die. I'm only 15, for God's sake! I planned on living a long, uneventful and boring life. Hey, that's how most lives are. Pessimistic view on the world, but whatever.

My inner ramblings soon called me down, and I leaned back against the wall that the futon was placed against. I just need to be patient now...

~Time Skip, 3 hours~

Yeah... The patience thing was hard. I almost nodded off to sleep multiple times, but I can't do that. Not yet, anyways. There had to be a point of time where they would come and check on me. I mean, hell, I need new bandages. I could get an infection if they didn't change them soon, or let me change them. But then it struck me that they might not care, and the reason they had bandaged me in the first place was to keep me from bleeding all over their cell.

Grumbling quietly to myself, I slowly sat back up, trying not to move my stomach area too much. This room was very boring. No windows. It was all colored black. Except the bars, which were maroon, strangely enough. The floor was your typical wooden one. For a moment, I wondered if I could actually slip through the bars. It'd help if my arms weren't tied. Maybe I should try to work on that. I'd already checked to see if they hadn't taken that switchblade off me, and they had.

Just my luck...

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a lock sliding out of place. The door! My eyes focused on said door, waiting to see my attacker. My heart thudded in my chest, and I could feel an amazingly strong adrenaline rush. The metal door began creaking open slowly...

"Tobi's come to check on the pretty lady!" A man with an orange swirly mask with one eye hole, and black robes with red clouds on them, spoke cheerily. I was expecting crazy, but this... Well... This sounds a little too crazy.

I leaned forward, and immediately regretted it. I hadn't moved from my crossed legged position and my arms felt like they were about to fall off. I swallowed my pride and slowly looked up to make eye contact with this Tobi guy.

"Could you please... I can't feel my arms. They're numb, and I'd appreciate it very much if I could stretch them..." I did my best to say that in the softest, most pitiful voice I could muster without gritting my teeth in the process.

This made my captor pause. But then he nodded enthusiastically, and made some weird yet familiar motion with his hand. And surprisingly, my ropes vanished. I blinked a few times. How did he do that? He's not even near me. But once I moved my arms in front of me, I quickly dismissed it, a groan of relief escaping my throat as I stretched my arms.

"Thanks..."

"Anything for pretty lady!"

There was a pause.

"Tobi must ask pretty lady for something in return, however!" My face visibly paled. What did he want with me? There was no way I would let him near me. "Pretty lady must come with me to Leader-Sama!" He wasn't the one who had captured me? This made me think that perhaps he was part of a gang. I might be dying a very slow death now.

I yelped in pain as I was yanked up off the bed by my arm and dragged out of the room containing the cell. I didn't know how Tobi had moved so fast, but my life was currently in danger. I didn't care. All I could worry for was how I would die, or if they would keep me alive as a play toy.

We passed a few people in the long hallway and I made sure to observe each and every one of them, remembering every detail I could. If I escaped, I could go to the police and they could bring their sketch artist in. These people looked very strange...

Soon we came to a door. Tobi knocked on it a few times before we heard a male's voice tell us to come in. I swallowed nervously, looking down at the ground.

"Pretty lady woke up!" Tobi told his leader, pushing me forward into the room. I stumbled, then caught my balance. Slowly, I lifted my gaze to make eye contact with the leader. His glare almost made me break the eye contact, but I had yet another adrenaline rush shoot through me and I held my ground.

"Why have you been found trying to sneak into my village?" I blinked at the question, momentarily startled that he had spoken so soon. He had gotten straight to the point. Didn't most gang leaders relish those moments where they could intimidate people? Especially young women? A little bit of a sexist thought, but everyone knows that it's usually truth. Unless said gang leader was also female.

"I... Wasn't aware that I was sneaking in. I asked someone where the nearest village was and they told me to go in the direction I was through the forest. I was trying to find my way to a grocery store. My mother has sheltered me from going outside our property since I was born, so..."

The truth, but not the entire truth. The leader grunted, he was displeased with my answer. I doubt that he knew I was partially lying. It was an agonizing minute before he made a decision.

"Tobi, take her to Uchiha. Have him watch her, make sure she doesn't escape. Have him re-bandage her wounds as well. A bloodied young girl might not be in the best interest around here."

Wait, what? Uchiha? This place is getting weirder and weirder. I guess maybe this Uchiha guy is of the Asian persuasion? I almost snorted, that rhymed! But I held it back, seeing as how I was currently held hostage...

"Yes Leader, sir! Tobi will escort her there immediately! Come, pretty lady!" Tobi shouted, dragging me painfully behind him as he ran us off down a number of halls. We came to a dark green door, and Tobi knocked twice.

I bit my lip, shifting my weight to one of my legs. I didn't like that there were so many guys here. It suddenly dawned on me that I would likely be sharing a room with Uchiha. I inwardly panicked, my mind going over all the 'what if' scenarios that could happen. I don't-

My thoughts were cut off when the door opened and a young man stared blankly at Tobi and I. His hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, and he had what seemed to be red eyes? And there were black specks and... odd shapes in the iris'. His eyes narrowed when he saw me looking curiously into his eyes.

"Leader-Sama wants you to watch and take care of pretty lady's wounds! Leader wants her to stay, so you better not let her escape." Tobi shouted cheerily before proceeding to shove me at Itachi and disappearing off into the maze of hallways.

I let out a small yelp of surprise as I stumbled face first into Itachi's chest. I could immediately tell he was fit, seeing as how it actually hurt to be pushed into him. I groaned quietly, bringing a hand up to rub my nose- which felt squished- for a moment. What was up with Tobi and his dragging and pushing me?

I heard a low grunt and I instantly froze, a blush creeping up my neck as I looked up at Itachi. He was currently looking down at me, his eyes still narrowed.

"I- I..." I stuttered out, but he simply wrapped one of his hands around my upper arm and pulled me into his room, closing the door with his other hand and locking it. I bit my lip, hoping he didn't have much purpose behind locking it. When he released me and walked over towards his bed, I let out a small sigh of relief.

But then the unsettled feeling came back when I realized I'd have to move eventually. Strange thing to feel unsettled about when you're currently held hostage, huh? I've always been a little self-conscious about everything I did around people though...

Itachi was currently laying on his bed, reading a book. His bed was simple. A twin sized mattress with dark blue pillow slips and a sea green and dark blue comforter. I guess he probably liked the ocean. I scanned the room, searching for a chair or something I could sit down on.

A smile crossed my lips when I saw one of those bench window seats that are perfect for book reading. For a moment, I wondered why Itachi didn't sit there to read his book. But then I realized he was too tall. He couldn't comfortably bring his knees up too close to his upper body on the bench seat... But I could!

I was very happy to see the free seat. The curtains covering the window were heavy, and seemed to be stapled to the wall, not releasing any evidence on whether it was night or day. I didn't feel comfortable enough to ask Itachi what time of the day it was either, so...

As soon as I moved, Itachi looked up at me. I bit my lip harder, slowly walking towards the bench seat. Itachi looked back down at his book when he saw that all I did was sit down. I was somewhat too short for it's height, as my feet didn't touch the ground, though the tip of my shoes brushed it. I stared down at the ground, focusing on the continuous pattern of the maroon tiles.

I knew ten minutes had already passed since I had begun staring, but I didn't look up from the floor. It was very uncomfortable to recognize the fact that an older, but young, man was a little over 5 feet away from me.

It appeared he took notice of my tense posture. From the corner of my eye I saw he let out the faintest of sighs before bookmarking his page and pushing himself up off his bed. I lifted my head a little so that I could follow his feet, and when he stopped at a bookshelf, I lifted my head more.

He was blocking my view as to what book he had grabbed, but I heard him open one. After a few moments, I heard the soft tap that books make when you close them, and he turned to look at me. Immediately, I lowered my head back down. It was unsettling to be around all that I had spent more than a minute with so far.

When his feet came back into my line of sight, I sucked in a shaky breath. A small squeak emitted from me when a book landed on my lap.

I blinked, looking up at Itachi curiously, who simply raised a brow before going back to his bed. I watched as he opened his book back up and his eyes began moving slowly as he read. I realized his eyes were a black color now... Onyx.

My eyes widened slightly as I remembered my dream. I wasn't one to believe that dreams told you your future, but this was weird! And how did his eyes change colors? In my moment of disbelief, I actually asked him.

"How did your eyes change color?" I heard myself ask, but the moment that sentence was over I brought a hand up to cover my mouth. When he looked over at me with the same expression he seemed to always have, I quickly looked down to read the cover of the book he had given me.

'How To Properly Wield a Katana' This guy... When I shyly looked back over towards Itachi, he was still watching me. For a minute, we simply stared at each other. I grew comfortably enough to observe his entire face and not just his eyes. He had deep frown lines, and a strong jawline. He didn't have much of a cold expression, it was more of a relaxed one. His lips weren't thin, but they weren't full either. He had cupid's bow lips. Seemingly perfect lips. I couldn't help but blush and inwardly scold myself when I realized I was checking out one of my captives.

"The reason for the change of my eye color is that I inherited my family's Kekkai Genkai." Itachi spoke smoothly, seemingly observing me as well. His voice was one of those perfect ones you hear on those audio books. The ones that could read you a book like no tomorrow. It's too bad he's a criminal. He could've gotten into the audio book business.

Audio book voice or not though, he confused me. I tilted my head slightly in confusion, my eyebrows furrowing.

"Kekkai... Genkai?" I repeated slowly. He raised his brow again before nodding.

"Do you not know what Kekkai Genkai are?" I did a half shrug before shaking my head.

"No..." I mumbled softly, letting him know that the conversation was brought to an end as I opened the book, flipping through the pages until the first chapter showed up.

"Interesting..." I heard him say, but it appears he followed my lead and began reading again, as I could hear a page being flipped moments later.

I smiled a little. Maybe if the rest of my captives had at least a little bit of a gentleman side to them like Itachi did, I could be content with my situation.