Kakuzu's Treasure
Chapter 4: Awoken
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Perspective: Slave girl
A pained scream woke me. That was Master. Never had I heard his voice so contorted in fear and agony. Serves the bastard right! Who would dare be brave enough to inflict pain on him? None of the servants were brave enough to stand against him. They left me to fend for myself, giving me scraps in hope to make up from ignoring a fellow human. Even they wanted they didn't have the strength. There was silence when there should be panic. This is unsettling. Panic swept over me.
Master is dead. What does that mean for me? Will I be trapped here for the rest of my life? How long can a human last without food and water? Hopefully, it's short. I'll be at peace. I returned to my sleeping place. I closed my eyes. If I'm truly lucky I'll be able to pass in my sleep.
No one will save me. The only person who ever cared for is dead. When I go I'll be with him again. I don't believe in God. What god would sentence me to such a fate? I've done nothing to earn it. But I do believe in heaven. I have to. There's not a single person in the world left to care about me. If I'm discovered only a new unknown hell awaits me.
There was a creak of metal. It wasn't the normal soft clinking of gears of the safe door opening. Someone was trying to pry the door off. How is that possible? Amazingly they were doing it successfully! I cut a small hole in my bag to see what was going on. No human would be strong enough to do that. The door was ripped off its hinges and thrown to the side. A man hidden by shadows stood in front of the entrance.
Who is he? How is he so strong? I didn't move, not wanting to risk being found. If I'm careful I may just gain my freedom. What I do with it when I have I do not know. He walked closer. This man could worse than Master. It's best not to bring any attention to myself. My vision adjusted to the change in light. I could see him more clearly. He was a tall, tan, and muscular man.
He had the most beautiful eyes. His irises were a neon green and seemed to glow in dark. He had no pupils. The whites of his eyes were red. They reminded me of the holidays, but they lacked the warmth of such a season. Those eyes were cold. What caused them to be like that? I want to see his face, but mask hid it from view. I longed to see if the beauty of his eyes matched his face. The man squatted down near the bag I was in. Did he see me?! His eyes went to my diamonds and sapphires tears, which littered the floor of the safe. He picked up a handful of my diamonds and examined them. Normally, I didn't care about what people thought of my tears, but for some reason I wanted him to think my tears were beautiful.
The man started talking "why would someone leave such precious stones out in the open as if they were nothing?"
He looked at my tears scrutinizing every detail to make sure they were real. Part of me wanted to answer him. I don't know why. He's a stranger to me. The aura around him is dangerous. It attracted me and frightened me at the same time. He dropped my tears. Please, don't leave. Instead of leaving the safe he walked toward the bag I was hiding in. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he approached me.
The man spoke again, "Hidan get your ass over here and help me carry these bags".
Who was Hidan and why were they in my master's house?
In the distance, there was a drag of footsteps. A man in a black cloak with red clouds on it walked into the safe. He had silver hair that was gelled back. I snapped out of my trance as I felt the bag I was in being lifted up I didn't move, fearing what would happen to me if I did. Then the man threw the bag over his shoulder and started to run. Master's house shrank as I got further and further away until it was completely out of sight.
I don't care where they are taking me anywhere is better than there. I have no idea what is awaiting me when they opened the bag a saw me, but right now I don't care. They can't be any worse than Master. I fell asleep to the gentle rocking of the bag.