Re-posted for my followers: So, I am sure you're all mad at me. I would be, too. In my defense, I had already re-written all of the chapters and was almost finished with the last one when my computer hard-drive crashed, making me lose everything. Needless to say, I said, fuck this. But then I continued receiving reviews and pm's so I felt bad. I've redone EVERYTHING. All of the chapters. I've combined the last chapter with a new part of the story added in. This whole story should be almost like a brand new read, just refreshed. I hope you all enjoy the new Welcome to Camp Konoha, it's been far too long. I apologize. 3 Please, let me know what you think.
~ohscrewthename
Activity 4
Naruto checked his watch anxiously; directing his vision from the path back to his watch. The glowing teal numbers indicated that Sakura was over forty minutes past the deadline. He bit the inside of his cheek.
She just had to come back.
Naruto knew that she hated these shit heads more than he did. She certainly made her strong distaste for Sasuke clear enough.
"Just give it up man, that crazy bitch chickened out." One of Sasuke's friends slapped Naruto loudly on the back, grinning in mockery. Naruto slapped the guy's hand off and elbowed him away, all thoughts distracted by Sakura.
Was she okay? Why wasn't the radio on? Didn't she realize what time it was?
Naruto looked up to see the guy had rejoined Sasuke, who looked absolutely thrilled with Sakura's disappearance. Naruto's eyes became slits as he fought the urge to strangle him right then and there.
It was HIS fault to begin with. That arrogant fucking snob just couldn't stand the fact that he couldn't trample on her like everyone else. He just couldn't leave her alone. His good looks didn't win any medals with Sakura; neither did his aloof attitude that drew most girls in to his mysterious bull shit.
It was all ludicrous. Sending a lone girl to a reject delinquent camp that was forbidden by this camp to ever be visited. If any of the staff found out where she was…
Counselor Kakashi appeared from the shadows of the path, his eyes showing concern. But to Naruto it seemed that the concern was not held for the missing girl, but for something of far less importance.
"Everyone, the search party is turning in for the night. Head back to your cabins." Sasuke and his crew snickered and proceeded to head back. Completely guiltless.
"Kakashi, Sakura-chan is still missing." Naruto shook his head in disgust. "We can't just 'turn in'."
Kakashi sighed. He wasn't a man who was partial to any sort of conflict, and he didn't particularly like how Naruto was always defying him.
"We will send a search party out for her tomorrow, but for now…bed time." Kakashi firmly stated.
Naruto couldn't contain it any more.
"Search party?! We don't need one. She's at that other camp, and she might be-"
"Then she belongs there."
Naruto charged at Kakashi and hooked him by the collar, his voice dropping an octave. "What in the HELL is that supposed to mean?"
Kakashi chuckled, but made no attempt at removing Naruto's hand. "She's explicitly disobeyed the camp rules. Disobedient campers are sent there to repent to begin with. She's saved us the work."
"For the whole summer?!" Naruto couldn't mask his disbelief, his grip slackening.
"Depending on how severe the crime," Kakashi ripped Naruto's arm from his shirt, "it is very likely."
Naruto grew quiet. "So you plan on letting her stay there, then."
"I knew you'd understand. It doesn't appear as if she is missed. This only confirms my belief that she was a trouble maker."
So everyone is perfectly fine with just…leaving her there?
Where was the fairness in that?
As if reading his thoughts, Kakashi tried to act reassuring. "We're not heathens. Of course there is proper supervision down at the suspension camp- other counselors around. She'll stay there 'til summers end, then return home."
"She was put up to going there!" A voice shouted angrily.
They both turned to see a small crowd of boys peeking around bushes and trees. All apparently eavesdropping.
"It was only an initiation…she shouldn't have to stay there!" Yelled another.
Explanations began pouring fourth from random spots in the brush.
She's innocent!
It was only a test!
She shouldn't be punished for something so small!
She only did it because Sasuke said-!
"Sasuke?" Kakashi interrupted. "Are you all claiming that he's responsible?"
A few of the boys grunted or gave hesitant nods.
He raised an eyebrow. "Naruto?"
Naruto nodded, wondering where all of this support had suddenly come from.
"It's all settled, then. Sasuke shall also be punished."
As if on cue, Sasuke stepped forward.
Another pair of feet also appeared.
The owner of said feet, another counselor, stood next to Kakashi and discreetly passed him a square of paper. Naruto didn't like the look of him. Long black hair lay flat against his back, emphasizing the length of his face and the porcelain shade of his almost glossy skin. His eyes were a cunning, slanted amber, and his teeth were angled and slightly jagged, giving him a carnivorous look.
It was clear, from his delighted expression, that he had very much enjoyed this spectacle.
Kakashi whispered and nodded to this character, then cleared his throat.
"Sasuke!"
Sasuke's head snapped up, eyes dark and clouded. Still no remorse.
"Counselor Orochimaru and I have sorted this out. You must go and give Sakura a proper apology."
"In addition…" Counselor Orochimaru's whispery voice wound about the crowd like an icy rope, "You must also remain at the suspension camp for a week's time, the both of you. You must pack your things immediately."
Naruto couldn't keep the smile off his face.
"On what charges?" Sasuke cocked a brow.
"On the baiting of another camper… and for your own impudence for disrespecting Konoha code."
"And if I refuse?"
Orochimaru's smile widened. "It would give me great pleasure to personally escort you."
A few people involuntarily shuddered. Kakashi clapped his hands.
"Well, now that this little misunderstanding has been settled, I have more cheery news!"
Sasuke turned his back on them and stalked off into the foliage. Naruto noticed that Kiba followed shortly after.
Good. Maybe he'd kick Sasuke's ass.
"Counselor Orochimaru has just given me a list of the campers that are on the opposite end of the behavior spectrum. For the exemplary campers, we offer you unlimited access to the recreational room; complete with all the fixings and access to the mini fridge. Now when I call out your name…"
Some of the boys, knowing that their behavior hadn't been all that pleasant, trodded back to camp. Naruto was among these. As he laid down to sleep, one final thought drifted through his head.
'Sakura, wherever you are…stay safe.'
"…Can I sacrifice her now?"
The pinky finger on my hand twitches, startling me into a half awakened state. Nervous that the voice will act on its request, my body attempts to brace for the feel of a knife sinking into my skin.
Nothing hits me.
Keeping a wary ear open, I bend my elbow a tiny fraction, moaning inwardly to myself as sharp prickles dot my whole appendage. I test out my legs.
Dead asleep.
"…We can't question her if she's floating around in some weird God's stomach, un."
"Hey! Don't be talking shit about Jashin-sama, fag."
"Who are you callin' a flamer, un?!"
"Tobi thinks that we should wait until she wakes up…she's definitely unconscious you know, Hidan-san." A soft, strangely nicer voice reasons.
Avoiding any sudden movements, I slowly test out each of my fingers, gingerly wiggling each one until they regain feeling. When the little needles start to dull, I work on my motionless toes, all the while listening to my snippy captors for any import info.
Like where the hell I am.
"Don't preach to us Tobi, un."
"Tobi was just letting you know that she'll wake up soon. Tobi can tell that she's a light sleeper."
Ceasing all movement, I focus on listening. Just how did that guy know that I…?
"But maybe Tobi is just used to Kisame- san's snoring…"
I loosen my body again.
"Ay! What are you dragging me into this for, Tobi?" Another voice growls.
"I didn't mean to insult you, Kisame. I'm sure you can't help it, with that gill problem and all."
Gill?
Maybe I didn't hear right.
"Well fuck, I'm not just gonna sit around until she wakes up from her pansy ass little faint. I'll wake her myself!"
The maniacal one. Great.
"Well, you did make Girl-san hallucinate horrible things, Hidan-san."
My body tenses and my breathing halts as feet shuffle gleefully across the floor, gaining volume.
"Don't care! I'll make REAL use of this rosary snatching bitch. I'll offer her!"
I bite back a cry of protest as a huge hand slam onto my arm, fingers easily encircling my whole elbow. My arm lifts, the rest of my body following. My mind flashes a million different ways of how I'm going to make an attempt at escaping. Only…
The experienced grip on my arm tells me loud and clear that I'm not going anywhere.
"I just have to draw a symbol under this bitch and…"
I try to make myself heavier.
"Fuck, what does this whore eat?"
"Hidan, do not sacrifice her. Yet." A monotone voice orders casually.
Maniac sneers. He begrudgingly releases my arm. My body drops back down onto the mattress
I try to make out their shapes through my blurred vision. Long blobs slowly melt into focus, constructing folds into long pitch cloaks worn by my captors, features forming onto their once melted faces. Serious expressions form into the features.
"I swear, once we get what we want outta this chick, I'm gonna…"
My throat constricts, thoughts pleading that I need to close my eyes and fake slumber if I know what's good for me. Ignoring this, I give my eyes no restrictions in darting anxiously around the room. I absorb all the details through slits.
Being on my stomach, I see a wooden floor below me, and a graffiti infested bunk above me. I'm on the lower bunk stripped of everything but a floral printed mattress, the sponge within it reeking strongly of sweat, rubbing alcohol, and a strange coppery smell that puffs out of the mattress whenever I shift.
To my left, a wall. To my right; five captors, all standing, save for one orange masked guy sitting on an overturned crate, swinging his legs cheerfully like he hasn't a care in the world. One hooded guy is half asleep, his head cradled in his hands, two are standing stiff, and that man who's checking his nails-
'I'll make real use of this rosary snatching bitch…'
Cold violet irises. Rosary. Frozen. Suffocation. Blood.
Shuddering from remembrance, I discreetly move my hand into view, shocked to see that all traces of blood have vanished. My other hand? I make a failed attempt to shift my weight again.
No good. Can't shift myself without the freaks in the Batman capes noticing.
I hunch my head inward as I steal a glance at my clothing for blood, greeted by my barely-there cleavage peeking out of my bra.
What the-?
The room feels noticeably draftier.
I…I'm…
Warmth spreads into my cheeks like fire. I've been here this whole time exposed like this?!
The desire to curl up into a ball tugs at my hot head.
Naked? Mattress?! WHAT IN THE FUCK HAVE THEY DONE TO ME?!
"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"
"Does Tobi hear a beeping noise, or is that just Tobi's imagination?"
"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"
My breath catches in my throat. Dreadful silence envelopes the room.
"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"
Oh, dear God.
"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"
My watch.
"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"
The numbers blink in the dim lighting. I don't bother glancing at the time. Making sure my eyes are securely shut, I force my nose to wheeze softly to give the illusion of sleep.
Feet cross the floor, and even though I can't see anything, I definitely feel bodies looming over mine.
"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"
A hand, I don't know whose, clamps onto my wrist roughly and immediately wrenches the wristwatch loose from its fold. No sooner does the device slide off my wrist than an audible crushing of plastic follows it. It hits the floor shortly after.
The hand removes itself.
"It would be wise on your part to awaken from your 'slumber', little girl."
My body jolts as a chilled, breathy voice breaks the silence.
"Tobi knows she's awake now!"
Mentally wishing that I could kick this Tobi guy in the nuts, I slow my breathing.
The monotone voice speaks again, irritation hinted. "Cease the childish games, or I will cease them for you."
Hesitantly, I open an eye. The figure speaking is directly in front of me, kneeling down. He removes his hood, and I let out a gasp.
"Sasuke?!"
His eyes widen a fraction of a second.
His red eyes.
Well, at least I thought it was Sasuke. He could be his replica, save for creases below his dark circles and those cheap looking contacts.
I mean, come on, contacts with commas in them? What is he, an English teacher?
Those creepy comma eyes travel slowly up and down my bare, broken down frame with what appears to be slight interest. Sitting up defensively, I block my chest by crunching my legs in.
It makes no difference. It's like his eyes are going right through me.
"Pervert." My voice slips out.
The English teacher opens his mouth to speak, but stops short when laughter bursts forth. From a blonde haired pony-tail girl in the back.
"Yeah Itachi, quit being a pervert, un!"
…Such a deep voice on a girl? I focus on her face for a minute, feeling the corners of my mouth turning up before I can conceal it. Next thing I know, I'm laughing hysterically like an idiot on the mattress, gripping my bare sides like I'm not about to be murdered.
"What is she laughing at, un?" The "girl" asks, obviously not understanding.
Trying to contain myself, I sit rigidly again. I'm in deep shit.
Stop talking, Sakura.
Well, on second thought… I'm in the shits already.
"I thought that you were a girl." I state matter-of-factly.
The girlie boy darkens in color and puffs up menacingly. "What the hell? I'll kill you for that, un!"
"Go ahead, girly boy!" I spurt out. "I'm gonna die on this shitty smelling rape bed, anyway!"
The Itachi guy rolls his eyes and grabs my arm again, lifting me up and out of the bunk. And that's after I let my body hang like a dead weight.
"I suggest you shut your mouth, girl, or the consequences will-"
I spit in his face.
Maybe now he'll think twice about ordering me around.
Itachi's eyes deaden. Instinct tells me to look away.
But all I can do is look at my saliva trickling slowly down his cheek. No longer a victorious symbol.
He makes no move to wipe it. Just stares at me.
"If you think we want to hurt you," His grip on my arm tightens, "you're making it a very tempting idea."
"You don't scare me." I smile, wondering if I've lost it.
Itachi doesn't press the matter. Releasing my arm, he turns his back to me and signals for everyone to leave the room. They all file out one by one, with him being the last.
Great. More arm grabbing and pants-crapping threats with Le Rapist's twin.
Itachi gives me a sweeping glance. Like he's going to come at me.
But no.
He slips out the door silently and clicks it shut. A lock turns, and I know I'm meant to be in here for a while.
I collapse back onto the bunk, releasing the air I'd be holding in.
Then I notice that the man in the orange swirling mask is still present. Still on his upturned crate.
Steadily staring at me.
Or…at least I think he is.
We stay like this for quite some time. Him staring at me, me sitting around half naked like some kind of idiot. His hand emerges from the sleeve of his long cloak, his nails coated in black nail polish. He rises from his seat and silently approaches me. Like I'm some kind of animal waiting to strike.
Then he holds this hand out.
"May Tobi help you up? Or would you prefer that he sits right next to you?"
"Neither option, Swirly." I reply tartly.
The guy laughs freely. "Swirly? Tobi has a name, you know. It's—"
"Tobi, right?"
"You're good!"
I don't know whether he's being stupid on purpose or if he's trying to lower my guard. So I elect not to answer. Tobi leans into me, hand outstretched for mine.
No way. I draw it back from him.
"Won't Girl-san tell me what's bothering her?" He sighs, then, probably figuring I'd move, elects to sit on the floor instead of the bed.
Girl-san?
I straighten up. Fine, then. If he wants to play stupid so badly, I'll make him feel even more so.
"Your looney-ass Satanic worshiper friend nearly tore me to pieces, and I was kidnapped and STRIPPED by your pedo English teacher friend. I've been knocked unconscious, knocked around, yanked, perpetually threatened…" Here, I take a shaky breath. "And NOW I'm being sympathized with by some other lech concealing his fugliness with a mask. He keeps trying to HOLD MY HAND and is acting like I shouldn't be having any problems despite being held against my will!"
My chest heaves. I realize that I'm standing. Towering over this masked stranger who could possibly torture me.
"Tobi feels bad for you, he truly does."
I sink back down, staring at him skeptically.
"Would Girl-san like some clothes and a grilled cheese sandwich?"
"Are you mocking me?"
I'm not sure whether to shake this guy or accept the sandwich.
My stomach decides for me with a pleading gurgle. Next thing I know, I have a grilled cheese sandwich being slapped into my hand.
I wrinkle my nose. "Did you just…pull that out of your pocket?"
Tobi giggles. "Don't worry, it's fresh. Tobi just needed to keep his hands free. Just in case."
"In case of what?"
"Tobi was afraid Girl-san would hurt him."
A laugh slips out of me. I can't help it.
The idea of it is just so rich. So ludicrous.
The aroma of cheese interrupts my ironic thoughts. I examine the sandwich.
It's surprisingly hot. The cheese is thoroughly melted and gooey-looking, and the bread slice is lightly toasted. With no lint to be seen, I dive in. Warmth rushes throughout my worn body as I chew.
Almost makes me forget that I'm absolutely indecent.
Feeling awkward, I set down my sandwich. "As weirdly delicious as this is, Tobi, I'd really like to be dressed."
"I was wondering when Girl-san would ask for clothing." Tobi giggled, standing up. "Tobi was starting to think that Girl-san was used to looking all slutty."
I put my head in my hands. Great. Even HE thinks I'm trying to be a whore.
A black hoodie and sweat pant set is placed neatly on my lap. I scramble to pull the fabric over my icy skin, not caring how in the hell Tobi was able to produce it so quickly.
At first I thought the set was plain black, but I see that the front of the hoodie is patterned in red clouds.
Not my taste, but at least it's warm.
"May I get Girl-san anything else?"
More important matters start to sink in.
"Yeah, you can."
"What is it?"
"GET ME THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!"
He scoots away a little bit and shakes his head sadly.
"Tobi is sorry to say, but Itachi-san has required that Girl-san stay for questioning. Tobi is only here to keep watch while the rest hold a meeting. Itachi-san should actually be coming back very soon."
At that very moment, like it was fucking planned, Itachi opens the door. He makes a strange signal with his hands.
I glare at Tobi. This is happening too perfectly to be a coincidence.
Tobi rises from the floor and glances at me almost mournfully.
He probably knows my fate. That explains the sandwich.
My last meal.
Itachi blocks my view of the door as Tobi leaves. The moment the door shuts, he's five feet closer to me.
Making sure I'm just out of reach, I straighten my spine and look him directly in the eye. Now that I'm dressed, I can finally feel somewhat respectable.
Underneath that robe, he better be secretly holding onto his balls.
Because that's where I plan on kneeing him.
Revealing one of his hands, also painted in black polish, Itachi thrusts something gold and metallic beneath my gaze.
It's the knife I'd swiped.
I try and keep a straight face, wondering if he's going to stab me. In the actual face.
Inhaling impatiently, Itachi beckons for me to hold out my hand.
Seriously, dude?
"No fucking way."
Before he even exhales, my hand is being wrenched from my side. Itachi's grip tightens round my wrist. My fingers fan out, palm flexing.
Something below him swishes. His other hand emerges with the open blade, and I panic.
"LET ME GO!"
My leg instinctively raises to knee his groin, to knock him to his knees and make a break. I lash out, but he's too quick. Itachi dodges and swipes his leg beneath my stable one. My lower body hits the floorboards, the upper half suspended only slightly in the air by the firm grip on my wrist.
The knife advances near my open palm. My body is trembling, but as I look up at Itachi's face, I see he's perfectly at ease.
Composed. Relaxed, even.
Like a carver with a statue.
I bend my legs, trying to stand. Itachi uses my arm to force me back down, leveling me in the stomach with his heel.
Gasping for air, I barely register the pain as I feel my palm being slit open. The edge of the knife bites, taking my breath from me before I've even collected it.
Hot blood snakes down my arm as the pressure from his clench brings it forth from the slice. A sickening, tingling sensation engulfs me. My vision clouds.
If I fall unconscious, who's to say I won't be sliced up? Offered to their disgusting god?
Yet, even as I go over these horrifying scenarios, my body is betraying me.
The choking clamp on my hand is gone. Even the pain is numbing itself. My body is becoming airborne.
Maybe I'm dying. He's dipped the blade in some kind of poison?
Far-off, a sound like a cork being popped from a wine bottle is audible. Then I feel something pressing into my palm.
Glass?
"The blood is untainted. She's clean." A distant voice remarks.
Blackness envelopes me.
Then I feel something tapping my temple.
Cracking an eye, I see the mask of none other than Tobi. Groaning, I prop myself up on one arm. My elbow sinks into mattress cushioning.
"Is going unconscious going to be a daily occurrence? Because if so," I wince when I attempt to close my hand, "please forewarn me."
"Tobi is sorry for the inconvenient passing out, Sakura-san." He pats my shoulder sympathetically. "But you've only been asleep for a few hours."
"Doesn't matter, I'm just so sick of-"
Wait a minute.
I jerk my shoulder away. "How do you know my name?"
"Well, Tobi, uh…"He stands hurriedly, "Tobi had better get Sakura-san some food before she gets grumpy!"
"I'm not hungry, damnit!" I yell, but he's already closed the door.
Great, just great. Another sandwich.
What, so Itachi can come back and hack away at me?
I need to get out of here.
My sight sharpens, and I realize that Tobi's left the door ajar. Jumping up, I hurl myself from the mattress. Instantly, my temples throb. I grab onto my head, trying to stop the world from spinning.
"A bit sore?"
Itachi appears in the doorway.
How did I not hear him come in?
Tobi returns a few seconds after he does, voice in sing-song. "Who wants grilled cheese?!"
Ignoring him, I turn my head away.
"You've been knocked out for approximately twenty-nine hours, no sense in pretending you aren't hungry."
Tobi nods his head in agreement and sets the plate next to me.
I give him a look. A few hours my ass.
"Weird choice of food to poison me with." I snicker.
"Tobi made it for you, if that makes Girl-san feel better."
"Shut up, Tobi." I knock the plate from his hands in a passion. "I don't trust you any more than I trust him!"
Tobi gasps and bends down to pick up my food.
Immediately, Itachi enters the room.
"Leave us, Tobi."
Tobi nods and sets the plate back on the bed before obediently shutting the door. The lock clicks.
Here we go again.
Itachi slowly saunters toward me. He's holding the same knife from before.
"I'm sure you recognize this knife." He clicks it out, revealing the surprisingly clean blade.
My body trembles from the memory. I take a few steps back, and the noise in the back of his throat sounds like he's amused. He takes a few more steps.
It isn't long before I realize he's had me backing up into a wall.
His frame easily towers over mine, and he hovers the knife just below my chin.
Tilting my chin up, I slap the blade away with the side of my hand.
Surprisingly, it works. It falls to the floor with a clank.
He doesn't stoop to pick it up. "My brother has most certainly exceeded my expectations."
"Sasuke's your…?" I make the mistake of linking gazes.
Itachi cups my face in his hand, pulling my face up. Holding my eyes to his.
"Do you know why Sasuke wanted you to take this?"
"No, and I don't care. Let me leave." My chin quivers in his grip.
He tilts it higher. "He is saving your life."
A/N:
That's it, for now. I'm so glad I was finally able to finish updating and condensing this story. I am so much happier with it now. I'm sorry for not updating. Please forgive me. I can't promise when I will update again, but just know that I will never forget about this story and will eventually get another chapter up. Thank you all for years of support, it means the world. 3
~ohscrewthename