Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto
A/N: Well I must say that I was disappointed with the response…but I guess I can understand. However, if things don't look up…I'll go on a pause after the next chapter. My lack of updates is mostly due to the fact that school started up again.
Hmmm…Well that's it…
Chapter 4
New beginnings
"Who are you?"
The room reeked of the smell of sterilizer and the rot from the darkly-spotted walls. Light seeped into the large chamber through the small window as the shadow of bars flitted on the floors. A mahogany desk was placed before her and standing in front of it was a man, her interrogator. Scars littered his scalp and in the darkness of the area he appeared menacing, foreboding and powerful, an omen.
"Who are you?"
His voice was gruff and deep and echoed throughout the room, resonating in her mind, a sudden reminder of what she had lost. His eyes stared into her and she felt compelled to answer him, to rid herself of the memories, of the sounds, of it all. But he hadn't given Haku a chance had he? He had just killed him. One moment the beautiful young man had been talking to her and the next he was gone. It was as simple as that.
"We are a proud race, my daughter, always remember that."
Of all the things her father has taught her, that particular sentence had struck her the most. It embodied everything her family was, what she was. The war had plagued her mind with guilt, fear and despair, erasing her innocence in but mere moments. But her pride—her pride— would never fail her.
"Who are you?!"
"I am no one."
The man's face twisted, curling into something ugly and dark. He leaned forward pressing both hands on the desk, the sudden sharp noise startling her. His eyes darkened with and emotion she recognized as hate.
"Don't you dare fucking play with me bitch! Who the hell are you?!"
And so in front of a man whose mere presence was the cause of unprecedented fear, Uzumaki Naru smirked. She had her pride and that was enough. She would not answer, she would not break.
The interrogator, eyes filled with barely hidden contempt and rage, grabbed her arm and held it before them both. He stared at the slender fingers and smooth skin. Naru did not know what he planned to do, but apprehension filled her heart.
"Tell me, or one of your fingers just might get broken."
"Really now, is that all you can do?"
She did not show the fear that was slowly consuming her. This man was willing to induce violence, to bring unimaginable pain onto her body, a body that was not used to such treatment. Naru knew that, lest she relinquish all her information, she would be tortured and left for dead. These men were not merciful; her brother's death had proved that.
"5 seconds."
5 seconds…that was all she had.
"5"
He did not know her. He knew nothing about her; she was a complete stranger to them, neither a nuisance, nor of any importance.
"4"
They did not know her father…
"3"
They knew nothing…
"2"
The 16 year old blond unconsciously straightened in her seat this was her chance. When no identity is present create your own.
"My parents were killed a few months ago. They were Aryans, but were against Hitler's ideology. He sent the Gestapo to get them…I only had enough time to escape. I was—"
She took a deep breath. None of what she said was true…But it felt as though she was going through all that happened once more. Her mother was a coward, her father a cold supremacist…they were nothing like the people she was describing, and yet as she talked she was reminded of them; of the calmly whispered word, the proud smile. As she recounted these fake facts, she realized that despite it all, she missed them.
She missed them so much.
"—they took me and I stayed with them for around two days before you arrived."
"Is that all?"
She looked up, surprised, at the dark, impassive face of the man. He stared at her, judging her credibility with such attention it shocked her.
"Yes. That is all."
"Then that is all that we need.'
And with that he turned and walked out of the room, leaving her alone to drown in her solitude.
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"Ibiki Morino told us of your story and we have judged that you may be of use."
Night had fallen, and now Naru sat on the same chair in the same room as a few hours ago. Her interrogator, however, had been replaced by two men. The first, the one whose voice still echoed in the sparse room, was ripe in age and acted in a manner that inspired respect. His arm lay in a sling across his chest and his dark hair was lightened by strands of gray. Beside him was a younger looking man, who despite his age, had a head full of gray hair.
"Hatake here is need of someone to assist him with his res—"
"Who are you?, said Naru tiredly, so much had happened and she wished only for a break from it all.
Suddenly, pain filled her senses, coming from her reddening cheek. She glared at the older man whose hand was still raise, as if prepared to deliver yet another backhand slap.
"Do not speak unless I have asked you a question, he said with a snarl, before clearing his throat.
"As I was saying, Kakashi needs a partner in his research. You will be sent with him to Orochimaru's mansion. You will pose there as Kakashi's cousin. You will not say anything suspicious and will act as any other gentlewoman.
"Usually we would give this job to someone with more experience, but it seems we have been running short of volunteers. You will take pictures of everything that may seem of any importance, you will make sure not to be caught and be able to get rid of any witnesses if it is neccecary.
"Your main job however will be to find everything that you can about Sasuke Uchiha, Orochimaru's apprentice."
"Do you understand?"
Naru did not answer.