Chapter Four
Itachi paused the jutsu for a moment, and took another look at the girl. She was crying uncontrollably, shaking with the effort it took to control her mind within his genjutsu. Blood ran down her arms, and Itachi guessed that there were wounds under the shackles. SHe was under obvious mental strain, but so dar had given up only her name, not even her clan name. Delicate as she had appeared, it seemed that the illusion of physical pain, however excruciating, was insufficient. Of course, brute force might work eventually, but for now he would try a different approach.
Suzu woke up in another of Itachi's jutsus...or so she hoped. She was tied down to a metal table, in some sort of crude laboratory. On the desk next to her were two small jars and an array of surgical instruments.
Oh..Kami..
No.
A blind spasm of terror seized her. In the darkness beyond the room she thought she saw a flash of an arm, an arm littered with bandages and mismatched eyes.
Its not real this is not real one of this is real
Suzu saw nothing, felt only cold metal on her back, felt the cold sharp steel, and then she lost it.
"Stop! Stop! Don't do it, don't do it! I don't have one! I don't have one!"
Itachi stared at the thrashing, shrieking girl in disbelief, wondering why in the world she would react so strongly.
Could it be that...No, that was impossible.
His thoughts were cut off abruptly when Suzu's eyes flew open suddenly, and Itachi was shocked to realize that he was staring into the fiery orbs of an eternal mangekyo sharingan.
I apologize for the short chapter. is not letting me copy and paste new docs into being, and I lost half of the next chapter and have given up on finding it. THe gods of fanfiction must hate me. But no worries. I'll rewrite chapter five and have it up later tonight.