Disclaimer: As I have said before, I do not own Naruto. I don't see why I should keep repeating that.

WARNING: This story contains semi-violent stuff (Knives, guns, you know. Things that can kill people), and mild language (crap, h***). If you are under the age of 9, you probably shouldn't read this.

And here we go! Into the wonderful world that is my imagination!

Ally's eyes widened. She was panting from the adrenaline that the sudden actions had caused. Her breath was shaky and her heart was pounding, making her feel like it would leap out of her chest any second. Her mind was blank. She didn't know what to think. This man had a hold of her arm and was obviously much stronger than her. His smirk sickened her. It twisted her stomach into knots as she thought of what this man wanted with her. She gulped and tried to yank her arm free of the man's grip, but he just held on tighter.

"L-let go of me." Ally managed to squeak out. Her throat was dry and she almost felt like crying from the sudden shock. The man chuckled evilly.

"Ally-san, if I did that I would fail my mission. I don't plan on letting you go any time soon. So I suggest you cooperate, unless you would rather be chloroformed." The man replied. His voice was deep and, oddly enough, sounded somewhat polite. Almost as if he was trying to taunt her. His grip tightened even more and Ally winced.

"W-what do you want with me?" Ally choked in the middle of her sentence. She tried to keep her voice strong and confident, but it failed and she started to get a panic attack*. She started hyperventilating and tried once more to break free of the man's hold on her.

"Relax. There's no need to be scared." The man said in the same tone of voice as before. "All I need is for you to come with me. I'll explain why on the way."

"Please, let go of me!" Ally wasn't convinced. She couldn't take it anymore. She was prone to panicking, and having some stranger break into her house and demanding that she go with him didn't help. She started crying and lashing out at him as he tried to get her under control.

"I see I have no choice." The man sighed, and held up the cloth. Using one of his hands, he grabbed both of Ally's wrists, holding them in a firm grip so that she couldn't hit him. With his other hand, he took the cloth and held it to her nose. The cloth smell like perfume, and after a couple of seconds, Ally's thrashing slowed. By the fifth second, everything went black.

Ughhh. What happened? Ally was unconscious, but was still processing what had happened. I went home, parents weren't there, I fell asleep, then a strange man kidnapped me. So, where am I now? Everything's black. Am I still sleeping? Wait! The chloroform cloth. That guy must have knocked me out with it. So it wasn't a dream? Crap. Ally began to stir, trying to open her eyes. She did so after some concentrating, and tried to adjust to her surroundings. She was in a small, dark room, illuminated only by candles. The walls were made of stone, and the bed she was laying on was somewhat hard and uncomfortable. He kidnapped me? Why the freak would he want me?

"So, you're awake?" Ally heard a voice as the same man that kidnapped her approached her from the door-way of the dim room. He closed the door and walked to her bed cautiously. Ally gulped and her breathing quickened as she recoiled away from the man, not unlike a snake. She was shaking slightly and her fists tightened, ready to punch him if need be.

"Still scared, hm? Well, like I said, there's no need to be frightened. Lord Orochimaru needs your help and you need his." The man stated, heading toward a closet in the room. "If you choose not to cooperate, then I'm afraid I can't let you live." The man spoke casually, sounding as if killing off someone wasn't a problem. Who was this creep? Saying if she didn't cooperate he would kill her confirmed Ally's beliefs about him being a terrorist. But why did he want her, of all people? Perhaps to handle their dirty work of killing anyone else who didn't obey the terrorists, to destroy the lives of her own people? Well, it wouldn't happen. Ally wasn't above killing herself so that she wouldn't have to kill her friends and allies. So, she decided to bluff her way out of this, if it was possible.

"I'm not afraid of you." Ally lowered her voice into a snarl and narrowed her eyes to slits.

"You're not? Well, of course you're not. You probably don't know who I am, after all." The man lowered his voice slightly and smirked. "However, you better watch your tongue or I'll cut it off with a rusty scalpel, you hear me?" The man sounded like a demon to Ally. Her blood drained from her face and she swallowed hard. Maybe it was best to keep her mouth shut.

"From now on I am your superior and you are to respect me. Understand?" The man's voice was deep and and serious. Threatening, even. Ally couldn't find the courage to speak so she simply nodded her head, hoping he was watching her out of the corner of his eye as he fished through the closet. What the freak was he looking for, anyway? A torture device?

"I'm Kabuto Yakushi, by the way." He stated while pulling out a short, light gray robe, some black shorts, and a rope. So, he was Japanese?

Ally just nodded her head again, grabbing hold of the blanket on the bed, her grip tightening. Was he going to make her wear that? She wasn't really for the yin sign on the front of the robe, but her clothes were sort of dirty and the thought of clean ones didn't sound bad if he was going to make her wear them.

Kabuto pulled out a pair of simple-looking sandals and tossed the robe, rope, and shorts on the bed. "You tie the rope around your waist and the sandals should fit. I'll be back in thirty minutes to show you around the layer. Be ready by then." He commanded, heading towards the door. Suddenly, he paused in front of the door and turned his head to the side. "Oh. And don't try to escape or I'll just chloroform you again. It's troublesome for me." He slid the door open, walked through, and closed it. "Thirty minutes. No more." He reminded through the door, voice warning.

Ally waited for the foot steps to get quiet before got off the bed and stood up on shaky legs. She tossed her shirt and jeans off, took her sneakers off and pulled the black shorts on. The shorts were made of spandex material and fit her perfectly.Surprise, surprise. The stretchy pants fit. Ally thought sarcastically. She slipped the robe over her head and and tied the rope around her waist as Kabuto had instructed. She tied the rope in a knot behind her and slipped on the sandals. She found that the clothes were comfortable, so she didn't pay much attention to the yin sign on the front. She decided to look around the room for a bit since she still had twenty-five minutes before Kabuto would return. She glanced at a clock on the wall and discovered it was only nine o'clock in the morning. At least she had gotten a full night's rest. Sort of. She walked about the room, taking everything in. There was a lamp on the ceiling, but it appeared to be burned out, hence the candles in the corners of the room. Ally noticed a bathroom next to the closet and walked inside. She flipped the light-switch on and was relieved to find bright light rather than dim light.

It was a simple bathroom; a toilet on one side of a sink and a small bath with a shower-head on the other side. She glanced in the mirror above the sink. Heh. I look like a ninja. Ally smiled slightly as she thought of anything else she could do to pass the time. Basically, there was nothing. It was a bedroom with a bathroom and that was about it. I could sing. Ally considered the idea and decided to.

"At the cross you beckon me

You draw me gently to my knees and I am

Lost for words, so lost in love I am

Sweetly broken, wholly surrender*"

Hola! Konnichiwa! Salut! Guten tag! Ni hao! Bonjour! 'Sup? I wrote it! that's right! So you better REVIEW! Ya hear that? ! Alright? Review. No, seriously. I'm not sure if I should continue with this. LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK. I thrive on reviews. And I'm sorry that my chapters are so short. Well, sayonara. Zai jian. Later. Auf wiedersehen. Au revoir. That's all I know.

* I've gotten panic attacks before. Not fun. Your throat tightens, and you feel like crying. For me, anyway.

*It's an actual song. An awesome song, too. It's called "Sweetly Broken" by Jeremy Riddle.