-Keaira's POV-

"Fucking bastards," I snarled, rattling my chains as I tried to wrench myself out. "Let me go!"

"We can't, Ms. Keaira. And don't try to break out of those chains, those are the best chakra restrains we have," Draven stated.

I gave him a glare and he laughed nervously, putting his hands up in surrender. I turned my attention to the man who had forced me into this plight. Kakashi leaned against the wall just beside me, making no indication whatsoever that he had heard my yells of protest. Why was it that whenever I blacked out, he was always the cause of it?

"Iruka, Naruto painted the Hokages' faces-" my head snapped towards the Chuunin who had just burst into the classroom.

"What?!" Iruka's face paled, before his face turned an interesting shade of flaming red. "Class, slef study until I come back." I wasn't stupid enough to not notice the wary glance he shot me before he went shooting out of the classroom like his bum was on fire.

There was a short silence.

Naruto. The word rung bells in my head. What was it about him? Naruto... Naruto... Naruto...

Naruto Uzumaki.

The name suddenly rung clear in my head, and I jolted. Fuck, I cursed my luck. I was in the same class as the fucking Nine-Tails's jinchuuriki.

A while later, Iruka came back, dragging a blonde spiky haired boy behind him. The boy was dressed in an orange jumpsuit, with green goggles on his forehead. There were whiskers on his cheeks, and large sapphire blue eyes stared defiantly at his teacher.

"Listen, Naruto. You failed the last graduation exam, and the one before that as well! You shouldn't be fooling around like that!" Iruka lectured.

Naruto gave a small 'hmph' in response, ignoring the man in front of him.

A smirk crept up Iruka's face as he turned to face the class.

"Because of Naruto here, we will have a review test on the transformation jutsu! Those who've passed already would have to take part as well!"

"What?!" the class chorused.

Kakashi stiffened. I resisted the urge to smirk. The Hokage had said that he wanted me to be enrolled in the Academy - that meant that I had to participate in whatever tests or activities the class were told to do as well. He sighed in relent, moving to unlock the chains bound to my body. A wicked grin crept up my features as I prepared to do a jutsu to get out of this hellhole.

But that was when I noticed Draven holding a kunai to my throat, making sure I didn't do anything funny.

"Hold her still," Kakashi told Draven and I was slammed onto the nearest desk. Draven pressed his body on my arms, making sure I couldn't move them. His legs were locked around mine so that I couldn't run away. One of his hands slammed my head on the table and I groaned.

The few students who were occupying that very table scrambled away, keeping a safe distance away.

The kunai was still held at my throat, though due to Draven's sudden movement, had made a rather deep cut in my throat.

I felt Kakashi come closer and I noticed something shiny in his hands. Shit.

I struggled, trying to get out of Draven's grasp, but when I did, he dragged the kunai from my throat and plunged it into my stomach. A deafening scream erupted from my lips.

I realised that the more I resisted, the more pain I would receive. Well, who wouldn't know that after spending five whole days in a torture chamber with a sadist?

I felt a sharp pain in my ear and I yelped a little. Warm blood trickled down my jawline. He was piercing my ears with a needle. I silently accepted it, making no attempts to move or make any form of noise. I didn't want to have my ear ripped off.

After a few more pricks, Kakashi dug something out of his pocket to reveal a few ring earrings. He put them on my ear, causing there to be a burning sting everytime he put one on.

When he was done, I let out a breath I had been holding, and fidgeted slightly.

"You fucking stabbed me in the stomach so that you could give me a few fucking piercings?" I growled, my voice weak.

They didn't answer.

"Tilt her face up. Make sure she can't move," I heard Kakashi say and I was yanked off the now blood stained desk to a kneeling position on the floor.

Draven wrapped his arm around my stomach, pressing on my wound and I let out a strangled cry. His other arm grabbed my hair and yanked it hard, making me whimper and tilt my head up automatically.

They were trying to make me swallow something. This position opened up my throat, making it easier for them to force something down.

I saw Kakashi move, holding a red pill in his hand. He nodded to Draven and Draven tightened his hold on my stomach. I screamed bloody murder, and Kakashi grabbed hold of my mouth, keeping it open. He placed the pill inside and I quickly tightened my throat to make sure it didn't go down.

Kakashi narrowed his eyes at me and the next thing I know, his hand is in my mouth, his fingers forcing the pill down my throat. I gave a muffled cry and gagged, trying to bite down on him. Once it was halfway down my throat, Kakashi pulled his hand out. He grabbed a bottle, pouring water into my mouth and down my throat to make sure I swallowed the pill properly.

I choked, water spurting out of my mouth, but it was too late. I had swallowed the pill.

Draven loosened his hold on me instantly and I fell forward, gagging and choking. I hacked out blood, but I couldn't care less. I forced my hand in my mouth, hitting the back if my throat, trying to get the pill out, but to no avail. All that came out was water, and a large amount of blood.

I panted, staring at the bloody mess in front of me. My eyes shot up to look at the rest of the class. The girls were huddled in one corner, screaming and crying with horror-filled eyes. The boys were screaming as well, some trying to get as far away from me as possible, and some too terrified to do anything.

I struggled to get up, but once I did, my knees buckled and I fell with a loud thud. Draven grabbed my arm, trying to help me up, but I ripped my arm from his gasp, glaring at him with resentment. A menacing sound erupted from the back of my throat, but it was quickly followed with a small whimper, as the pain took its toll on my body.

I saw something flash in Draven's eyes and he stepped forwards again. I choked again, hurling out blood.

"F-Fuc-k y-y-you," I managed to get out, my voice barely audible. My throat burned, it felt like it was being ripped into pieces.

I ripped off my sleeve, using the cloth to wrap around my stomach wound to stop the blood flow.

"W-well th-then, let's continue with the test," I heard Iruka's weak voice. It was followed by silence.

"That girl just got tortured before our very eyes. And the first thing you say is, let's continue with the test?!" a trembling voice voiced out.

The rest were in too much shock to say anything.

"This girl is dangerous. It is necessary for us to take these actions against her to make sure all of you are safe," Kakashi stated, "Its her suffering or yours."

"These are orders from the Hokage. We will continue with the test," Iruka continued, "Line up."

The class obeyed, lining up quickly. The tension remained in the air.

"Keaira, you're first," Iruka said, his voice wavering slightly. I dragged myself in front of him, wiping off the blood from my mouth.

I made the handsigns quickly, transforming into Iruka, before releasing the jutsu quickly, dragging myself to the desk. Apparently those earrings were chakra restrains.

"Ms. Keaira, we should get you cleaned up," I heard Draven's voice.

I let out a breath, before limping towards the door. I felt Draven following me, and I wanted to rip him to shreds, wanted to hear him scream just like I did. But I couldn't.

Once we were out of hearing range of Kakashi, I felt him tug on my shirt. The next thing I know, I'm engulfed in an embrace.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, and I stared at him blankly. He held me tightly, making sure not to touch my wound as he hid his face in my neck.

"I'm so sorry," he muttered, and I felt something wet on my neck. He was crying.

I softened. I knew it wasn't like me. I knew that caring for someone only brought you pain, I knew that so well. I've went through that pain so many times.

But I couldn't help it.

I knew I'll regret it. I always did.

Raising my hand, I gently stroked his hair, holding him closer. His grip on me tightened, and I smiled slightly. Pulling away, I turned, limping towards the bathroom.

He followed, his arm around my waist to keep me from falling.

I leaned on him slightly.

I knew I'll regret it eventually. But I couldn't stop caring.