A Thousand Years 4

My wrists hurt like hell...My head was throbbing...And it felt like my arms were being pulled slowly out of their sockets...

I groaned, and finally opened my eyes, which didn't help much, seeing as it was rather dark. I couldn't feel the floor beneath me, which for a second scared the living hell out of me, but I figured out why my arms felt like they did. Tilting my head back, I saw shackled chained my wrists to the stone wall, leaving me hanging about three feet off the ground. Obviously, these chains were meant for someone with much longer legs than I.

There was a turning of a knob, and light streamed in when the door opened ahead of me. I made a noise in my throat as the light blinded me temporarily, but I blinked, getting used to it. Squinting at whoever had entered wherever I was, I recognized them all immediately.

Deidara leaned forward, grinning at me in a taunting way. I snarled at him, bareing my teeth.

"Fiesty. I like her, yeah." He said, and patted my head. With my hands above my head, I flipped him off, but wasn't sure if he could see it. A kunai suddenly whistled past us both, and I heard it connect with the wall right above my head. Deidara turned and frowned at the kunai-launcher.

"Jeez, could you have gave me a warning? Yeah..." He muttered, and I saw red eyes glinting above the black cloak's high collar. Itachi if I remembered correctly. Who could forget that weasel?

"Stop fooling around and get to it already." He ordered, and stepped toward me. There was a light above, that flickered on. I peered over Itachi's shoulder to see a blue skinned man, with darker blue hair.

"Kisame, if you'd like to join in the fun, yeah!" Joked Deidara, earning a glare from Itachi. "Alright, alright, I'm getting on it." Muttered the blonde, and turned to me. I glared at him, and hissed,

"Bite me, you mother fucker." Deidara laughed, and patted my head again.

"Man! She's fiery! This is gonna be one hell of a night for her. Yeah." I didn't understand what he meant, but didn't let the confusion show on my face. He put a hand to my upper arm, and I stared at him oddly. Suddenly, I felt teeth piercing my skin. Yelping in surprise, I kicked my legs out, and hit Deidara in the ribs, but only managed to push him away.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!?!" I shrieked. But I remembered, he had two mouths on the palms of his hands. 'God, I can't believe I forgot that.'

Metal points abruptly buried themselves deep into my thighs, and I screamed in pain. I felt blood traveling down my legs, and I wanted to kick my legs out, but I couldn't move them. Gasping, I stared at Itachi, who only gave me a look of indifference, before backing away, inviting Deidara back.

"You're gonna pay for that, bitch." He hissed, grinning at me. I then realized what they were going to do with me. They were going to torture me. For the reason beyond me, but they were going to torture me all night, according to Deidara. A hand caressed my face, and I saw Deidara peering at me with a cyan eye.

"You have such a pretty face. It's a real work of art, yeah." He said nodding. The tongue from his palm licked my cheek, and I recoiled in disgust, snapping out to bite his finger, but he pulled his hand back in time. "You know what I think of art. It's beauty remains for a short period of time, then departs quickly." I remembered this, and fear ran through my bones.

His hand roughly grabbed my chin, and pulled it towards the left.

"You wanna have the first go, yeah?" I heard Deidara say, but there was no answer. Looking ahead, I saw bloodred eyes, swirling, then halting to a three pointed star shape. The Mangekyo Sharigan.

Everything seemed to spin, and when I looked up, I saw the moon was crimson red, and I was chained up like a ball, the handcuffs tight on my wrists and ankles. Suddenly, spikes protruded from them and pierced my flesh and into my bone. I screamed in pain, and writhed on the ground, wishing anything to get rid of the handcuffs. Itachi stood over me, silent as usual, and a katana in his hand. I stared at it, despite the pain in my ankles and wrists, realizing what he was going to do. He was going to do the same torture as he did to Kakashi.

I felt the cool steel slide right through my abdomen, and burst out the otherside of my back, right through all my organs. I gurgled, and vomited blood, splattering on the irredescent ground. If he hadn't had removed it, it wouldn't have been so bad. But, I heard it make a shluck sound, and I yelled in agony, blood gushing from my stomach wound. He raised the katana again, and this time, putting it through my heart. My breath stopped, and I could feel my heart beat against the metal of the sword, getting faster and faster, blood oozing from the flesh and blade. He dragged it upwards, and I felt my heart tug. I shrieked, and the sound was so eerie to my ears, and when he finally pulled the blade out, I coughed up more blood, only to see my still beating heart on the end of his sword, blood splurting from the veins still attached to it. I felt violently ill, but I was amazed I was still alive. It felt completely horrifying to have an empty place in my chest where an organ should be. Everything inside seem to slowly sink lower, now no longer full to it's complete compacity. Blood was just pouring out of the two large wounds, blood dripping from my punctures in my wrists and ankles, and it dribbled down my chin.

I never knew the human body held so much blood.

I gasped, and snapped my eyes open, gagging and moaning, my head suddenly felt very heavy, and it lolled on my shoulders. My vision was blurry, but I could make out the three Akatsuki members before me. I looked down, and saw no blood staining my clothes. I was soaked with sweat, and I felt like I had run a marathon, my heart racing at an incredible pace, my breathing ragged. Panting, I painfully looked up at Itachi, who had turned away.

"I'm surprised she's still concious." He said in a slightly bored voice, and I sneered.

"Y-you...S-son of a-" My sentence was cut off, as something had dug deep into my neck. It felt like teeth, many small teeth, and I felt a tongue licking the puncture holes. I screamed in horror, and swung my head around to bite Deidara's arm, but his hand then tightened on my throat, cutting off my air. I squeaked, and writhed, trying to release the pressure on my throat. Air was all I could think of now. I needed it desperately, and my vision was going black. No, I couldn't die here. Not infront of these bastards. His knuckle cracked as the fingers tightened again, and I arched my back, only high pitched noises emanating from my mouth.

"Don't kill her, we still need her." Warned Itachi sharply, and Deidara sighed, releasing me. I coughed violently, swearing profusely between hacks.

"You might want to watch your tongue, young lady..." Hissed Deidara deeply, grinning at me like a Cheshire cat. I didn't like the look on his face. "I might just cut it out." With that statement, he flicked out a kunai and held it against my mouth hard, pressing the cool steel against my pursed lips.

"What else can we do to her? I don't mind ripping off each of her dainty little fingers here." Kisame suggested, and I felt a shiver run down my spine from his threat.

"You fucking do, and I will castrate you, you shark-whore!" I shouted and launched a spit ball at him. It landed a few feet away from his sandals. A kunai whistled towards me, and it just barely missed me, slicing a deep cut on my right cheek.

"Do that again, bitch, and it won't be my kunai I'll throw at you." Said Kisame calmly, wrapping his fingers around the huge sword strapped to his back. I eyed it uneasily. I recognized that sword. The one that shreds, and not slices. Made out of shark teeth. "You are in no position to talk back."

He was right. I was utterly defensless, hanging by shakles, no weapons and my legs unoperative. How I was going to survive this was beyond me. But...They were only going to torture me for as long as I was concious...If I suddenly lost conciousness...

I swung my head forward and nearly decking Deidara in the face, I cracked my head on the stone wall behind me. I felt my skull rattle painfully, and blood trickled down the back of my neck. I hissed in pain. Damn. I was still awake.

"Well, that was smart, yeah. Cracking your damn head on the wall..." Snorted Deidara, and leaned on the wall I was chained to, scratching under his jaw as if what was going on was something he did everyday. I didn't doubt that it was possibly true. Suddenly, he snapped his fingers.

"Hey, I've got a question for Miss Feisty here, yeah." He said, and turned his head to face me. I only looked at him, and growled.

"The hell I'll ever answer you." I muttered, and he put his hand lazily on my side."FUCKIN' DON'T TOUC-" Teeth bit into my skin and I yelped, squirming to get out of reach of the devilish mouths on the palms of his hands.

"Now will you answer?" He said after I stopped thrashing about. I only shook my head. Rolling his eyes, I saw his hand advance towards me again.

"HANDS OFF BUSTER!!" I screamed, and spat in his face. He only stared at me, now loathing in his eyes. Wiping the spit off his face slowly, his movements slow and percise, I glared at him.

"I'll make you answer anyway, yeah." He grumbled. I blew air through my teeth dangerously, but he ignored it. "If I were to...Say...Bring you're daught-"

"NOT MY DAUGHTER! GOD! WHY DOES EVERYONE THINK THAT?! WE LOOK NOTHING ALIKE!" I shouted incredulously, rolling my eyes. Deidara blinked at me.

"Ok. If I were to bring your...what is she?"

"Niece."

"Right. Niece. If I were to bring your niece here, would you answer, yeah?"

"Like hell I would. You don't even know where she-"

There was a sniffling, and Tobi was dragging a small girl by her enclosed fist, her long blonde hair shimmering in the dull light, her huge green eyes sparkling with tears. She spotted me, and I just stared at her in surprise. How the hell did they know where she was? And what about everyone back home? Did they hurt them too?

"If you fucking lay one finger on her..." I growled at Tobi, who then tugged Sakura further, and she stumbled to the stone floor, seeming to have grazed her knee. She was trying so hard to hold back her tears, but was failing miserably.

"Sakura-chan, it's okay, come here sweetie..." I spoke softly to her, and she looked up, crawled over to me and grabbed my foot.

"A-auntie Hasame? What's going on...I'm scared...I'm really scared." She sobbed, burying her face in my leg. I winced, but couldn't hold her.

I glowered up at the four akatsuki.

"You bastards. If you hurt anyone else in that house, I will tear out your insides. I very much well would. With pleasure." I threateneed, and Sakura looked up at me in surprise.

"And what if we did?" Deidara's hand shot out, and grabbed Sakura's long hair, dragging her back, away from me. She cried out in pain, putting her small hands on her head to stop the pull of her hair.

"LET GO OF HER!" I screeched, and threashed on the wall, the chain from the handcuffs cutting my wrists and causing sores. Almost doing a chin up, I attempted feebly to bite the chains, only cutting my lip.

"My my, this is fun. Yeah." Muttered Deidara, looking at the sniffling girl at his feet. He yanked at her hair again, making her cry out in pain.

"STOP! DAMNIT WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOUR MIND?!" I shouted, making my wrists bleed even more.

"Answer my question, and MAYBE I'll let her go." Ordered the blonde artist, and I only had to look at Sakura's face to know what I had to do.

"Fine. Only one question though." I compromised.

"What say, would your reaction be to know who is was that blew up your house?" He asked, and I felt my heart stop.

"It was you, I knew it already." I muttered, spitting blood from my torn lip. He smirked.

"Do you know why though?" I blinked. I thought I already knew the answer.

"To kill me?" Deidara shook his head.

"To kill your family."

Sakura stopped crying, and looked at Deidara holding her captive, giving me the most horrible look ever. He was smiling, and that sparked anger up in me again.

"What?! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT?!" instead of crying, like I wish I could, I only yelled, making a huge scene and squirming in my handcuffs.

"Why? We wanted you here. Yeah."

"BASTARD! WHY DON'T YOU JUST BURN IN H-...What?! Why would you want me here?"

"Well, I figured it would be pretty simple..Considering the circumstances..." Tobi interupted, and stepped up beside me. I glared down at him.

"Move it, midget." I snarled. He turned his masked face to Deidara.

"Did she just call me a midget?" Deidara promptly nodded. He turned to me again, and there was a short silence. I felt a fist collide with my cheek, and almost broke my jaw bone. Sakura screamed and made a movement to reach for me, but was pulled back by Deidara.

"HASAME-CHAN!" She cried, and returned to sobbing at his feet. Cracking my neck, I turned to face him. This was going too far.

"Why did you want me here?" I reopeated my question. Tobi turned to look at the three other Akatsuki.

"Should we tell her?" He asked. Deidara threw a lump of clay at his head agitatedly.

"Of course, you idiot! It's not like she can do anything, yeah!" Retorted the man angrily. "I'm going to blow you apart the next chance I get."

"GOD DAMNIT SHUT UP AND TELL ME!" I barked, and if I could see Tobi's face, he probably would have rolled his eyes.

"Course, its to get the Kazekage here."

"What good am I then?" For once, everyone in the room looked at me as if I was incredibly stupid. "What?" Deidara tossed another lump of clay at me, hitting me directly in the face. "HEY! THAT HURT!" I shouted, feeling my nose starting to bleed. God, if I didn't die from their torture, I would die from loss of blood. "Didn't you already remove the Shukaku from him?"

"Yeah...But we want to kill him." Stated Tobi, and I shook my head slowly.

"What good is that?"

"He was going to...Oooh ho ho...You don't know yet?" Chuckled Deidara at me, and I turned my head to look at him. "What don't I know?" I asked slowly, peering at him in suspicion. He chuckled some more, as if he had a dirty little secret that he was keeping from me. "What? What was he going to do?" I repeated, now a sense of urgency rising up in me.

"ke heh heh...He was actually going to join the Akatsuki, but our real purpose is to kill him. He's a threat, with or without the Shukaku."

I felt my whole body freeze with disbelieving. My mind was blank, my heart felt like it skipped a beat, and my mouth went dry, ignoring the fact that blood was still in there.

I couldn't move, I couldn't even breathe properly, and I felt all the fight was blown out like a candle. Sakura was staying still too, and Deidara released her hair, before nudging her with his foot towards me, and she crawled over to me, tugging at my foot.

"Auntie Hasame?...Auntie?" She said quietly, pulling at my pant leg. I didn't move, I just couldn't. Why was he going to betray us like that? I didn't think that was even possible.

Someone reached up above me, and a key turned, the chains unclasped, and I fell to the ground with a thud, my wrists bloody from the metal.

"Just leave her here. She's in a stupor." Said Itachi, and they all filed out, and the last was Deidara, who smirked and shut the door behind him, the only light above us was flickering dangerously, threatening to burn out.

Sakura crawled beside me, and took my hand.

"Auntie Hasame? I'm scared..." She muttered, and put my arm over her shoulder, curling up close to me. I didn't even notice it. I felt like a doll, all the life gone out of me. Why would he go to the Akatsuki? He always was going on about how important the village was, and it sometimes ticked me off. Before I left, he said that he'd rather protect the village than to socialize with the likes of me. Back then, I despised him with every fiber of my being. Now though...It hurt to hear those words again.

oOoOo

The door opened, the light temporarily blinding me. Deidara had entered, and Sakura opened her eyes sleepily, she had been sleeping, and saw him. She started whining, and buried her head under my arm, a natural instinct for children wanting to be protected. I blinked a few times, and raised a hand to my brow. He advanced towards us with slow cautioned steps, as if not wanting anyone beyond this room to notify that he was here. He put down a platter of food, which look rather well put together.

"Listen you. Eat this, and don't be all weak and shit, yeah. Understand this, I've taken a liking to you, which isn't exactly allowed, but who the hell cares?"

He hissed at me in a almost urgent manner, but raised his shoulders to his ears in a shrug, palms up. I stared at him, then at his upturned hands wearily. Noticing my gaze, he quickly put his hands back down.

"Anyway, usually, we don't give prisionners food, but we need to keep you alive until he gets here."

"I doubt he'll come." I muttered, and he raised an eyebrow at me. It was the first words I had spoke for nearly four hours since the torturing. My wounds were slowly forming scabs, the dried blood congealed on my clothing and hair.

"And why do you say that? Yeah." I heard him ask, and I turned my eyes to him.

"He doesn't give a rat's ass about me."

"So he won't mind if I take ya?"

This caught my attention, and I whipped my head to face him directly into his grinning face. Frowning, I gave him a questionable look. Again, he lazily shrugged his shoulders in response.

"Oh nothing. Just eat that. I'll be back later." With that said, he stood up abruptly, and walked briskly to the door, and I saw him open it, look around, then quickly slipped out into the hall. I just sat there blinking, and rested my hand on Sakura's blonde head. She looked up at me after some time.

"What was that man talking about, Auntie Hasame?" She inquired, but I only shook my head, and pointed to the food.

"Its nothing to worry about, but eat that. You need your strength." I said in a hoarse whisper, and she looked at me incredulously.

"B-but, what about you?" I smiled cheerlessly down at her.

"I don't need anything. You are still growing, and need food. Now eat that meal that...that man has prepared for you." I refrained from swearing even more, even though I knew she had heard me cursing to Deidara. Sakura stared at me for another few seconds, before turning to the food, picking up the chopsticks and begun to eat. I watched her consume the food, remembering the time when I had taught her how to use the foreign utensiles. My brother was always jealous of me because I could use them properly, and without dropping my food constantly, while he could never master them.

Soon though, Sakura finished the meal, and placed the chopsticks on the ground beside the box. Turning on her rear, she turned to face me.

"Hasame-chan...Why are we here?" I let silence linger for a while before answering bluntly,

"I don't know. All I know is that...No...I don't know anything." Sakura's bottom lip stuck out, and she crawled to me, curling up in my lap.

"You know everything, Hasame-chan. You always help me with stuff, and you always make everything better. You know everything."

Those words struck me sharply, and I shook my head slowly. Soon, I was shaking my head vigorously, tears coming to my eyes. I took hold of Sakura and pulled her close.

"No Sakura! I don't know anything! I don't know what's going on, why were here, and why we even came back to this stupid world!!" I yelled, burying my face into her blonde hair. "I don't know, Sakura, I just-"

The door banged open, and I jumped, Sakura giving a slight yelp in surprise. Deidara ran in, and grabbed my wrist.

"HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOI-" The next thing I knew, I was flipped over his shoulder again, and I could see Sakura left toppling to the floor.

"He's here." I heard him say. Indeed, there were yells outside, and the noises of battle echoing around the hideout. Sakura cried, and reached up to me, but Deidara had already begun to run out of the room.

"SAKURA! WHAT ABOUT HER?!"

"She'll be fine, jesus. We need you outside, yeah." He growled, and as he ran down the hall, I could hear the crashes and banging of fighting all around the hideout. He was here. He really was. Something fluttered in my stomach, and worked its way up to my chest. Despite the fact that I was still held hostage, I couldn't help but feel a warmth in my chest.

"You're gonna get it, you're gonna get it..." I sung devilishly into his ear, but something slapped my ass, and I yelped. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!"

"Just making sure you'd SHUT UP!" Deidara yelled, and finally threw me into what seemed like the kitchen. He grabbed a rope that was in a cupboard somewhere, and held me against the wall, wrapping the rope up feverishly around my waist, my wrists and my ankles. He snorted, as if saying 'That'll do', and put me on his shoulder again.

"What's with you and putting me over your shoulder? Do you like having my ASS near your face?" I waited for him to answer. There was none. "I take that back. Don't answer."

He kicked the door open with his foot, and nearly plowed over Tobi.

"Where is he?"

"South exit."

"Excellent...hmpf." He sneered, and I could see Tobi following closely behind. There was another bang, and sun light, radiant, bright sunlight nearly blinded me. I'm getting blinded too much. I was then thrown on my butt to the ground, and a foot was placed on my back, pushing me forward. I was forced to the ground, my nose almost touching the grass.

"HEY! THIS WHAT YOU'RE LOOKING FOR?!" Called Deidara, and I pushed back on the foot, but he shoved harder, and I grunted, feeling the stretching pain in my lower back. I wasn't exactly meant to bend this way. I tried to ease the pain but bending my knees, but it just made it worse.

"Cut it out already!" I ordered, but recieved another slow, agonizing press, and I hissed through my clenched teeth. The crashing and hissing of something stopped, and I could hear Deidara chuckle softly.

"Give her back now, filth." I heard a male say, and my heart lept.

"Gaara! You di- ARGH!" Deidara put almost all his weight onto his foot, and my forehead hit the ground, I could feel my lower back being torn slowly, same with the muscles under my thighs.

There was an explosion above me, and Deidara laughed again.

"Honestly, if you want her back...Die, for me, yeah?" He grabbed the back of my shirt, and yanked me to my feet. It felt better to have the strain released, but having been curled up like that, then straightened out almost immediately was painfull, per say. I gritted my teeth, but through the wincing, I could see Gaara floating a few feet above, using his sand like a platform, his sand hovering around him like snakes. I could hear the sand shifting, making a hissing noise as it moved impatiently. Deidara bent down and placed his mouth near my ear, breathing down my neck.

"Your turn, princess." He muttered, and pushed me forward. I didn't know if he was mocking me of some sort, but having my feet tied together, I only fell flat on my face. Not only could I not get up, but I felt my waist being tugged at. I flipped on my back, and realised the rope was almost like a leash, connecting to the rope around my waist. Deidara smirked, and yanked back at the 'leash'. I tumbled back again, and rolled to his feet, muttering curses and other nasty words. He WAS mocking me! He was just playing around, like I was some toy.

I heard Gaara snarl, but he didn't attack. It took me a second to wonder why. I was wrong about the rope. He had replaced the rope when running through the halls of the hideout with clay, woven slyly into the twists of the rope. He would blow up the rope, connected to me, and detonate myself.

He couldn;t attack for fear of me getting hurt in the process. Everything seemed to just stop moving and remained silent, waiting for the two men to face off. I looked around discreetly, and found an opening for my own attack. Leaning forward, I then abruptly slammed my head back, connecting with...Well, let's just say that it hurt hell of alot more than getting punched in the stomach. Deidara made a grunting sound, and keeled backwards, his legs curled up to his chest, swearing profusely. He had let go of the rope, and I figured that Gaara had seen this, as sand shot out and grabbed me, returning just as fast back to its manipulator. I was put down gently beside Gaara, who did not even look at me, eyes focused solely on his enemy. Deidara regained composure, but no longer smirking with over-confidence. He was now growling, and glaring daggers at me.

"Come on! Rip him to pieces! Tear him to little bits and throw them at the damn house!" I shouted, and jumped up and down with passion, but lost my balance, and fell to the sandy floor. I was not helped up.

Deidara then put his hands together to form the hand seal of the Tiger. I realised what he was going to do.

"Gaara!! Get these off me now! GET THEM OFF!" I shouted, my voiced filled with urgency. But just as Gaara reached down to tear off the ropes laced with clay, there was a sizzling, and the areas in which I was tied up with began to burn. It exploded and I just about nearly passed out from the pain.

"ARRGH!" I screamed, and I heard Gaara hiss in pain too. He must have burnt his hands or something. It felt as if I had lost half my lower body. I was hanging off the edge of the sand platform, and could feel myself slipping. Panting, I felt the pain overwhelming me, and saw the ground rushing towards me, before closing my eyes, hoping that if I did that, the pain would then just go away.

Thousands of needles prick the skin, but once one has experienced the pain of the loss of a percious one, then they no longer feel the pain.

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ok bad bad, i know. but i wrote this late again, and my little brother is snoring beside me, making me lose my concentration. I think i might just strangle him...