Haaaaayyyyyy!! So, I've been lame and haven't uploaded for a while. Sorry. Friend came to town, took the SAT, had a sash test at kung fu, leaving for Florida on Friday…excuses excuses! I actually had this chapter done like a month ago but then my friggin computer DELETED IT while I was attempting to upload it. I was so mad I dropped my computer. Now the wireless is iffy. Go me! Here it is though…not too happy with it but it's something. Major writers block. Sorry for any errors there might be. Thank you for the reviews!
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING BUT THE PLOT DAGNABIT!!!
He placed the phone on my desk before stepping towards me. "Too bad you have to die. Itachi won't be happy."
I stumbled back, tripping over fallen objects and landed on my tail bone. I yelped in pain, rolling off my bruised behind only to have a sea of glass shards be embedded into my side. The blue man chuckled, grabbing my non-bleeding arm and yanking me up. Pain shot through me as I tried to stand, my tailbone hurting like no other. It would've made contact with the floor again if the blue man hadn't picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder.
"Let go of me!" I screamed, hitting as hard as I could without hurting myself, which wasn't very hard. The man laughed, smacking my butt and making me gasp loudly, both from pain and shock. I heard approaching footsteps, and guessed my uncle had entered. My view was being blocked by the broad back my face was pressed against. Don't you dare fart. Was my mature thought.
"Careful, Kisame. I want him alive and well." Madara said, kicking things aside to make a path for himself. Kisame grunted, but continued to grip my legs in a way that kept my tailbone in constant agony.
"Bastard!" I cried, continuing to hit Kisame. He didn't even flinch. "Let go! Let me go!" I struggled harder, ignoring my protesting body.
"Calm down, Sasuke. You're only hurting yourself." Madara said in light voice. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head up at an awkward angle to look at him. I glared at him, pausing my attacks to prop myself more comfortably against Kisame. My uncle was wearing an odd expression, something that I couldn't quite place in that look.
He hunched forward, bringing his face closer to mine and looking me evenly in the eye. His stare was intense, bringing me to a place out of my bedroom and away from the blue man, without the pain and confusion. My breathing slowed, and my muscles relaxed. I looked back at my uncle calmly, searching his face. A smile tugged at his thin lips, and he released my hair, though I remained where I was.
"That's a good boy. No more theatrics, ok?" He was using that voice again, calloused fingers stroking my cheek. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my face expressionless as I stared back at his dark eyes, though my blood was running cold.
"Get off." I whispered. The hand paused, his smile growing bigger and more devious.
"What's wrong? Nobody else gets to touch you? Tsk, tsk. What a tease." My eyes widened in confusion, and I shook my head quickly. Wrong answer. One backhanded slap for me. Kisame shook with suppressed laughter, and I slowly propped myself back up.
"What happened to not hitting the merchandise?" I muttered, licking the blood off my lip.
"There's an exception to every rule." Madara chuckled, putting a finger on my bleeding lip. I was incredibly tempted to bite his finger, but that wouldn't have ended well for me. I remained frozen, letting my uncle graze his finger across my bottom lip, spreading my blood like lipstick. "Besides…you're not for sale." His other hand brushed my bangs away from my eyes, making me shiver. Madara smirked, tapping my nose before finally stepping away. I actually sighed with relief, which spurred Kisame to shake me, making my chin smack into his freakishly hard torso. At least my teeth missed my tongue.
Kisame grumbled about wanting to leave before the cops arrived, thanks to the now-dead maids.
"And whose fault was that? I said to leave them unconscious, not dead, you idiot." Madara said, holding the door to the black car open as Kisame shoved me inside. My head collided with the other door, making white spot my vision. The pain from my tailbone had numbed out, and I noticed my blood had smeared all over the gray leather seats. Kisame slid in beside me and slammed the door shut, smirking down at me as he muttered an apology to Madara.
I kicked out at Kisame, but the blue man was expecting the attack, as his big hands grabbed my legs and he secured my ankles together with a cord, doing the same to my wrists in a matter of seconds. Screaming, I reached out for the door handle, but was again stopped by Kisame and his tools that appeared out of thin air. He stuffed fabric into my mouth and tied it tightly behind my aching head, then grabbed my arm and shoved me off the seat and onto the floor, tossing a thick blanket over me, giving me no opportunity to look out the window to see where I was going.
"Shut it, kid." Kisame's boot collided with my stomach, stopping my wiggling and muffled screams in an instant. I was left with no choice other than wait out the drive.
I tried to calm my breathing, closing my eyes since I couldn't see anything anyway. There was no point in getting riled up in a situation I could do nothing about. I would save my energy for when I truly needed it, like when I would try to escape when they took me out of the car. Yeah, that might work…and if it didn't – which I was well aware that it probably wouldn't – I would certainly have better chance at landing a hit on my brother the next time I saw him. Which would be very soon…that much, I was sure of.
Sooooo…Itachi next chapter! And yeah…I still haven't said who saved Sasuke…cuz I don't know who did it either…..Please review!!! And seriously….I'm so blank…any ideas, please contribute. Bleh. Oh, and I'm working on a new story! Not a bloody clue when the first chapter will be finished, but it is a work in progress and has chapters longer than a page and a half! Woo!
Oh, and to anyone who hasn't hit their tailbone, pray to keep it that way. Hurts soooo bad. I bruised mine last year from skateboarding…couldn't walk for two days and didn't play tennis for three weeks. Ugg.