[Authors Note: I hope I'm doing alright so far! It took me a whole day to write this n'all so if you read take the time, remember to drop a review so I know what I'm doing right or wrong! AND As ever, Enjoy! ^_^ ...Lou x]
Chapter 4: 'Captive'
Anko sighed and took a sip of her nettle tea, inhaling its gentle aroma. Her eyes scanned her surroundings as her fingers instinctively curled around the warm mug. It was raining, again. It hadn't stopped since they had left the forest of death, and it showed no signs of letting up any time soon. They were in a small village half-way between Konoha and the Sand, taking a tea break. The Hokage herself had intercepted their duty, asked them to go on a specialised mission to take some secret documents to the Sand ASAP.
They weren't even allowed to look at them, only to deliver them - and quickly, too. Anko was enjoying her tea but the relative warmth of the parlour was short lived as Rooen had to step outside for yet another cigarette break. Her nerves were on end and they had been directed to stay in a pair at all times. Personally, Rooen didn't know what the fuss was about. They were big girls, they could look after themselves. Unfortunately, as she was thinking that she felt a sharp pain at the back of her neck and soon after blacked out, the same happening to Anko.
When they came round they were in a dingy, cold room. It looked somewhat like the inside of an Red-Indian tepee and it smelt damp and unclean. The floor was gritty beneath her and her neck stung from where the poison dart had hit her. Rooen tried to rub her blurry eyes but found her hands bound behind her. A tide of panic rose at the thought of being out of control, helpless. She swallowed her fears as the effect of the drug was wearing off.
The first clear image her eyes registered was Anko being struck in the face by tall, broad man with a sound headband. He was obviously sent to try to retrieve the scroll they had been told not to lose. This is when it struck Rooen. They had been captured by the enemy. She didn't know how, all she knew was that they had been caught. They'd failed the leaf. Rooen felt a pang of guilt and gritted her teeth. She had let her village down. Her Hokage. She had failed them.
Her thoughts were taken to the present at the sight of the sound Ninja raising his fist to strike Anko once again. The purple haired kunoichi stared bravely into the man's eyes, not giving him the satisfaction of her fear. This display of diligence did nothing to stop the bone shattering blow that was his fist connecting with her face, producing a sickening crack as her nose was broken.
As the assailant pulled away from his victim, Rooen could see the full effect of the chakra infused blow. Anko was slumped forwards, only just conscious, her body weight supported by the ropes that bound her to the wall. Blood gushed from her wounds and along her face, neck and chest. The punch must have done more damage than the blonde had thought. The man still stood with his back to Rooen, admiring his work. And without even seeing his face, she could imagine him smiling, congratulating himself for a job well done.
Rooen snarled in disgust and spat at the back of her captor's head, the ball of spittle hitting its mark comfortably. The sound Nin quickly turned to face her, rage clearly ablaze in his features. His eyes flitted between the semi-conscious Anko and the battered and bleeding Rooen. A throbbing vein was visible in his throat now, his nostrils flared with anger and bewilderment at the Kunoichi's actions. With a dangerous tone in his voice the man grabbed a hand-full of Rooen's hair and growled "You fuckin' bitch!" Within moments she was pulled to her feet, the ropes that bound her ankles and wrists digging uncomfortably into her skin. "You'll see what happens to girls who can't behave themselves."
Rooen kept the same expression of distaste as he dragged her into the centre of the room, her feet dragging across the ground. He swiftly tied the ropes around her wrists to a purpose installed pole horizontal to the ceiling, successfully suspending her from it. Being the height she was meant her feet only just touched the ground and she was forced to stand on her toes to avoid straining her arms. The man smiled and produced from the sack he kept upon his back a metal rod, somewhat similar to a baseball bat.
It was obvious what was going to happen, but Rooen couldn't quite understand why he wouldn't use Ninjutsu or Genjutsu, why he would only beat them. Her thoughts were quickly chased from her mind by a sickening strike to her stomach. She doubled over as best she could and wheezed out a shuddering breath. Another hit came just as quickly and she gritted her teeth as the air was forced from her lungs. There was soon another swing, and another and another until soon a strangled kind of groan was forced from her lips.
Even through the veil of pain that surrounded Anko, she could hear the heavy thumps of metal against flesh and the stifled shouts of pain as Rooen took her beating. With little strength to spare the purple haired Ninja tilted her head to watch the spectacle. Her vision was beginning to blur, but she tried her best to keep focused on this sickening scene. A few silent seconds passed, and both Rooen and Anko thought that their captor had given up on his horrendous torture. But without warning, and with only a jagged gasp from both girls, he drew back the rod in his callous hands, and delivered his final blow, straight to the ribs.
She could tell instantly that at least two of her ribs were broken, and she couldn't help but let out an agonised wail as she felt them give way. The man smirked and grabbed a hold of her face, forcefully turning her head aside and barking in her ear "Ya' think that's painful, ya' fuckin' slut!" He took a Kunai from his leg pouch and sliced the bonds on her wrists, letting her fall freely to the ground. She landed on her chest and agony spread through her entire system, leading to yet another wail of pain. "By the time I'm done with ya', broken bones'll be the least of your problems!"
Anko watched her partners' plight with a sense of growing apprehension and terror. This lunatic that had captured them didn't seem to be showing any sign of stopping, and they weren't due back to Konoha for another two days so nobody would come looking for them for at least another 48 hours, by which time they could both be badly injured... or dead. Even worse, Rooen seemed to be his main target, bearing the brunt of his cruelty, meaning he probably intended to kill her and keep Anko hostage or something along those lines. Rooen being on the floor, they were now on the same level and Anko could see the pain on her face. The girls eyes were closed tight, her eyebrows synched close together and her hands curled into tight fists. Dust blew up in plumes before her gasping mouth and her body twitched in effort to keep from tears.
Before long the sound ninja had grabbed Rooen roughly by the arm and flipped her onto her back, quickly pinning her hands down above her head and straddling her. His face mere inches from hers now, the blonde could feel his rancid breath on her cheek as he spoke "...Ya' know... I like defiance in a woman." Letting free one of hands, he let one of his own slither down to cup her left breast. Growling, she backed away from his touch and winced as her broken ribs moved in her chest cavity. The man only smirked and lowered roughly squeezed the mound of flesh, causing Rooen to Jerk away regardless of the pain. He began to laugh at her futile attempts to escape and in desperation the blonde hissed "Get your hands off me... Now!"
Much to the sound Ninja's surprise the young woman found the strength to buck forwards and head-butt him squarely in the face. He recoiled and shouted out in pain, clutching his bloody nose. Rooen tried to use his surprise to her benefit and began to drag herself backwards; using her newly freed arms as props, but the Ninja was quick to react and swiftly punched her in the mouth, causing blood to fly and teeth to chatter. Half amused, half outraged the man shouted "THAT'S WHAT YA' FUCKIN' GET, BITCH!" and quickly regained control of Rooen's twisting body, binding her wrists together once more and attaching them to the wall. To prove a point he made it his business to tear the bandages from Rooen's upper body, leaving her completely bare-chested. Her fair skin was already beginning to bruise from the violent beating she had suffered and it was clear that her ribs were fractured in several places. The sound Ninja smiled in admiration of his work and took great pleasure in taking a finger and firmly placing it between two sections of broken bone, gaining a hoarse yelp of pain from his victim.
Anko was still watching the events unfolding through her steadily swelling eyes and she knew she had to do something soon. If she didn't it was clear that Rooen would be subject to more vicious torture and by quite likely, rape. Trying to remain calm she tugged at the ropes binding her to the wrists to the wall, testing for weakness. A sudden stab of pain assaulted her senses. She was sure at this point that her shoulder had been dislocated during the fight to bring her here, but to save Rooen she would have to relocate it.
Great. She shifted her position so she was arms length from the wall, the whole time being careful not to rouse the suspicion of the ninja currently grasping Rooen's hair, and whispering God knows what filth into her ear. She then straightened both arms, clasping her palms together. This is gonna fucking hurt. Using the pressure of the rope she pulled away from the wall, extending the muscle. She gritted her teeth and aligned the ball of her shoulder with the socket. Wincing at the already mounting pain she prepared for the twist. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fu- Crack. And her arm was back in its rightful place.
By this time the deranged man had decided to turn his hand to his kunai, using the blade to inflict wounds of verifying severity upon his young victims quivering flesh. Rooen could handle the kunai; it was what the man's other hand was doing that she wouldn't be able to bear for much longer. His palm was resting on her inner thigh, his fingers just brushing her crotch. She didn't want him touching her there. If he did she was afraid she'd become the defenceless damsel in distress that she loathed ever being, begging him not to hurt her. He seemed to somehow read these thoughts and reacted accordingly, smirking as he tucked his fingers under the elastic of her waist-band.
Her eyes widened instantly as she backed away in vain. "Now, now little girl... Don't struggle..." Rooen kicked out with both legs, to no avail due to his greater mass and strength. He tutted and slapped her hard, her cheek instantly ablaze. "Don't test my patience, idiot." His hand slipped lower now, his fingers toying with the lace of her underwear. "I always get what I want in the end." Tears threatened to fall and her throat constricted with uncomfortable emotion. She swallowed hard and closed her eyes tight, trying to rid herself of the increasing sense of defeat and failure. Just as a cold finger was forced into her womanhood, Rooen heard a loud thump. She opened her eyes to find a bloody and half blind Anko standing over them holding the same rod that had been used to beat her. She had cracked the man's skull. Moments later he collapsed, his hand sliding from her trousers as he fell. He was surely dead.
The second his body had hit the floor Rooen burst into tears and Anko was at her side untying her bonds, trying to comfort her. Trying not to cry herself she whispered "It's alright, Rooen, he can't hurt you now sweetheart." With her wrists untied the blonde rose to stand but instantly fell back with pain, her ribs screaming for attention. "A-Anko... He's broken my ribs... Can't stand..." The purple haired kunoichi took a moment to take in the situation. The scroll was over in the corner, along with her rucksack. "One second, hon." She dashed to where the scroll was and stuffed it in her bag, swinging it over her shoulder as she ran back to her fallen comrade.
After assuring Rooen that she would be as gentle as possible she picked her up, one arm under her legs and the other attentively under her arms. The blonde looked up at her friend and gasped. Anko's nose was severely broken, almost completely flat and she had the beginnings of two black eyes. That wasn't mentioning the blood, fresh and dried, that covered her face and chest.
Rooen frowned and gently raised her hand to Anko's face, gently smearing away some of the blood and sighed "Oh, Anko... Your nose... You're covered in blood." The older woman just smiled and began to walk towards where she assumed the exit would be, saying quietly "Let's get out of here..." Sure enough the door Anko encountered led to the outside world and she was soon outside in the fresh air. The weather seemed mild enough, but it was beginning to rain. It was at this point that Anko realised Rooen was half naked and that they were heading towards a village on the horizon. In an attempt to cover the girl's naked frame Anko, with great difficulty, managed to remove her coat and drape it across her. When they reached the village they booked into a hotel, ignoring the stares they received and headed straight for their room.
Both Rooen and Anko had taken brief medical training courses before they left, on order of the Hokage, so they set about healing their wounds. Anko laid Rooen upon her bed and placed her hand gently upon the bruise now blooming over her ribs, earning a pained gasp from her patient. The purple haired kunoichi took a deep breath and concentrated her chakra to the broken bones, healing them slowly, like she had been taught. They sat in an awkward silence, mainly due to the fact that Rooen's breasts were still fully exposed. Rooen realised this and in an attempt to lighten the mood, she smirked and asked "How do you like 'em then, Anko? Anything like you dream about?" finishing by sticking out her tongue and wiggling her chest from side to side, before stopping due to pain. The older ninja blushed deeply, but luckily the blood covered her embarrassment and she coughed coolly. "Well, Uh... Your boobs are, um... Nice?"
Rooen pouted and glared down at Anko "Just nice? Jee, you know how to flatter a girl." Anko may have thought she was being serious but for the fact that the blonde couldn't hide her amused smile and both women burst into laughter. Anko's healing was soon over and Rooen's ribs had been fully restored, although the pain would continue for a time. The issue of a bra was still on the cards, and as neither Rooen nor Anko wore one and Rooen's 'shirt' had been torn to shreds during the attack the only option was to wear nothing temporarily. The blonde decided that her facial wounds weren't worth treating, a few bruises here and there. The two made their way to the bathroom, Rooen leaning on Anko for support, and cleaned the blood from their faces.
Sitting on the edge of the bath, Anko winced as Rooen dabbed at her broken nose. When the blood was cleared away, Rooen took hold of Anko's nose gently and told her "I'm gonna have to break this back if you want your handsome old face again, you know." The older woman blushed again and just shyly smiled her approval. Rooen counted down calmly. "Okay... 1...2.-" There was a hot flare of pain in Anko's nose and she jerked away from her friend. Looking into the mirror she saw that her nose was as it should be but her eyes were still black and beginning to puff up. Sure enough, there was an ointment that Rooen had packed to bring the swelling down but her eyes would still be miss-coloured and painful for the next few days.
Another thing which Rooen had packed happened to be a bottle of gin and when both women were cleaned up, settled and fully dressed (Anko had run down to the hotel pool and stolen a shirt from some poor woman) they indulged in a rather large glass each. Rooen sighed and laid back on her bed, taking a large sip of her gin. The alcohol burned her throat as it made its weary path along her oesophagus, but that was good. She liked the pain. Without thinking she took a cigarette from the bed-side table and lit up, taking a deep drag and thanking Kami for nicotine. Anko smelt the smoke and turned her head sharply to where Rooen was laying. "You're not allowed to smoke in here, jackass." The blonde rolled her eyes and took another drag, stubbing the offending butt on her forearm. Anko winced; she didn't know how Rooen could take that, the searing pain of a burn.
All of a sudden Rooen turned to face Anko, speaking in a quiet voice "It was my fault he found us." The older kunoichi looked puzzled and turned to lay on her side, facing the younger, who continued "If I hadn't gone for that fucking cigarette break..." Anko frowned and sat up "Hey, It's nobody's fault! They would've been after us no matter what!" It surprised Anko to see that Rooen had begun to cry. She rushed over and sat next to the blonde, cooing "Oh come on now! Come here!" The pair hugged, Rooen taking comfort in the warmth of another's body.
They both resolved to discuss the mission at breakfast tomorrow and decided simply to go to sleep for the time being. That night Anko dreamed of Orochimaru. The ways he'd touched her, she felt the fear she'd felt as an eight year old. She also dreamt that Orochimaru had done those things to Rooen. She cried in her sleep. Rooen dreamt of the man who'd violated her, she felt his unwelcome touch all over her body. The morning couldn't come soon enough.
[This is the end of Chapter 4! It was a long one, right? Haha- So you better review! Reviews are Sex, sex me up! Thank you!..Auntie Lou x]
