Chapter 3-Butterflies
Miata was returned her sword and began her journey with Itachi and Kisame, her new handlers; Mama and Papa.
"Mama. Papa?" she called. "It's getting dark out. May I stop for food? I can catch it by mysel-"
"We'll not stop until after dark," said Itachi, starring at her with his ruby orbs. "And my name is Itachi. His name is Kisame. Don't have to be told again, Miata."
She nodded.
"It makes sense. I'm sorry to anger you. Ma-Itachi, please forgive me. Forgive me, God," she said in a very honorific tone.
Kisame chuckled.
"Come on Mama. It is not that bad a nickname."
Itachi cut him a glance that shut his blue-skinned partner up promptly.
When they finally stopped, Itachi took the time to introduce himself and his partner properly.
"My name is Itachi Uchiha. I come from the Village Hidden in the Leaves. And my partner is Kisame Hoshigaki, from the Village Hidden in the Mist. Where are you from?"
She shook her head.
"I'm from the Holy city of Rabona. I hardly know anything about those places. I just know the Organization and my handler Ororo," she said bowing her head. "I was four when a hoard of yoma ate mama and papa in front of me. There was so much blood. But I killed them all...and my papa Ororo took me to learn to fight good."
She let her hair fall into her eyes.
'She has the ability to easily commit mass murder, yet has the mental capacities of a child. Funny,' Kisame though, smirking to himself. "Who is God, anyways?" he asked.
She looked up, revealing a brilliant silver eye.
"Oh, Ororo. Papa is God. He feeds me and loves me and gives me power. He made me half of yoma. So I could kill them all," she smiled and giggled. "Papa…Ororo loves me. And he guides me. Don't you have a God?" she asked crawling up to Kisame and placing a hand on his lap.
He quickly grabbed her arm and threw her off, into the ground. She cried out in pain.
"My arm burns…burns…fire on my arm," she whispered, revealing a contusion on her arm.
She had obviously fallen on it wrong and broken a bone as a consequence.
Kisame laughed as Itachi looked onwards, observant of the exchange, but not taking part yet. He already resolved to not get involved unless his partner got too rough with their slave.
She sat upright, crying as she concentrated deeply, in her own world.
Kisame got up, grabbed her by her injury and yanked up her sleeve but was surprised that it had healed itself within her short period of complaint.
"I'm sorry. Was I supposed to leave it?" she said, both chrome orbs showing. "I can break it again if you want me to," she said in a serious tone.
"That won't be necessary, Miata," Itachi said calmly. "It is time to eat. Please join us," he said with a hint of kindness.
She crawled over to them with her sword and planted it in the ground, leaning back on it as she grabbed a hot chicken leg.
"Thank you, Itachi," she said bowing before she bit into it.
She ate very small bites of chicken at a time as Itachi did similarly and Kisame devoured his rations. She licked her lips and continued her tiny bites. She held her head.
"I feel lightheaded. I'm full Pa-Kisame," she said lowering her head.
He chuckled.
"Really?" he taunted. "I doubt it, Slave. Are you trying to starve yourself? Huh, Slave?"
Itachi shot him a look and spoke in an irritated tone.
"You are out of line. Clean up the site and stoke the fire," he ordered.
Itachi took Miata by the arm and lead her away. He sat down with her and forced her to look into his eyes; the red windmill pupil eyes of the Mangekyou Sharingan.
"Miata. I am your handler. I am God. God is benevolent to the first who draws Blood. "
She felt a dizzying swirl in her consciousness and suddenly was a golden eyed drone personality.
"The eye of God is active. What are your orders?" she said in a clear, articulate tone.