A/N: Chappie 6, finally! I Don't own Naruto, yada yada yada... Yay! Here's a long chapter for my readers! Thank you for sticking with me so far! :D

~Chappie 6~

I brushed past a few lush bushes. Why were the bushes green and still growing? I pondered, It's almost winter.

"Hey, Itachi," I heard Ari whisper somewhere behind me. "Aren't we supposed to go in, now?" I must've stopped without noticing. I headed into the dark cavern.

~Ari's POV~

I shuddered as I thought about Itachi disappearing into the darkness. Kisame placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "You okay?" Kisame asked, head tilting to the side slightly, reminding me of a dog when it's confused.

"I'm fine. I just don't fancy the dark. Kinda funny, though, spies shouldn't be afraid of the dark." I mused lightly, dreading the seconds that I would be in the heavy darkness. Kisame chuckled slightly, eyes flicking threshold, as if to search for unseen enemies hidden in the darkness.

"Don't like it much either... Erm, we better head in so Itachi doesn't get pissed," I nodded in agreement. I like how Itachi would be pissed, not worried or scared like any sane person. I almost laughed aloud thinking about him and his un-socialness. With a smirk plastered on my face, I followed Itachi's footfalls as Kisame I too stepped into the darkness.

he cave was dry and hot, but for that I was thankful, because the weather outside was close to freezing. So I savored the sudden warmth, figuring it wouldn't last long. Itachi then pointed out there was a candlelight coming from somewhere ahead, so we snuck up to the glowing glimmer. The flame suddenly flickered then extinguished itself, the darkness smothering us like a blanket. I almost screamed out, but then remembered we were in enemy, so making any sudden noises would put a spotlight on our location, most likely resulting in our un-timely deaths. Kisame shifted towards me slightly, granting me some comfort. The ground started trembling, and I thought the entire cavern was going to crumble down on top of us. The the was started shifting extremely quickly, encasing us in a small square room in a matter of seconds. All of a sudden, I suddenly felt... weaker. A dim light flickered on overhead, revealing an indistinct small room. I glanced at Kisame only to see him inspecting his body in alarm. "What's the matter, Kisame?" I pondered, eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion.

"I feel, strange... sluggish, almost. It'a as if I can barely move, but I know I can, and easily at that,"

"I also feel it," Itachi glanced at us in... suspicion, maybe? What, he didn't think we believed him, or did he think we were lying.

"Me too,"

"Kisame, see if you have enough strength to bust us out of here," Itachi demanded, examining the walls for signs of weakness. Kisame raised a fist and struck at the wall, then we heard a series of cracking and popping.

"Oops, guess I broke a few fingers..." Kisame shrugged off the pain, and helped for Itachi look for weak spots in the wall. I gaped at Kisame. Guess I broke a few fingers, what kinda statement is that? Normal people would be cowering and clutching at their fingers, screaming out in pain! Was I the only normal one here? Geez! And there wasn't even a dent in the friggin wall, and were talking about who could probably move a mountain if he had to, Damn it!

"The walls are infused with chakra, we cannot escape, almost all of our chakra has been drained." Itachi pointed out, glaring at the walls as if he could make them move with his will power. I felt a small tickle sensation at the nape of my neck. I swiveled around to check out where the sensation was coming from behind my back. I noticed a small, circular hole in the wall, less than an inch in diameter. I heard a slight clicking noise, then this liquid-like substance sprayed in my face, blinding me for a hundredth of a second. Oh. Shit. I yelped and fell onto my bottom, trying to wipe off the substance. I felt my eyelids grow heavier every passing second. No, no, no, NO!

"Ari!" Kisame and Itachi called out simultaneously, rushing toward me, gazing at me in horror and slight curiosity.

"You need to stay awa-" Sleep cut Itachi off, as my body drooped to the ground.

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Awakening feeling sore and chained to a steel wall is not in the least bit pleasureful. My gaze flickered around to my surroundings. Kisame and Itachi, who were still out cold, were also chained to the wall. I also there was a small tray with surgical instruments scattered around atop of it. I wonder what that's for? In the corner of my eye, I noticed a scraggly man curled up in a fetal position, cocooning what seemed like a bundle, rocking back and forth like a mad-man.

"Kisame... Itachi," I called out as quietly as I could muster, but fate seemed cruelly against me today, for the man scrambled to his feet. He stride slightly closer to me, and I pushed my self up against the wall, silently praying he wouldn't come any closer. Then I noticed it. The bundle he had grasping wasn't an item or weapon, it was a child. Or, a dead child, since the only reaming thing left of the child was it's head, with the eyes messily gouged out and blood still leaking from it's mouth. I shuddered in fear. I hope Itachi and Kisame wake up soon-

"'Ello, girly," His voice was deep and masculine, but also raspy as if he hadn't spoken a word for some time. "Got myself a pretty one, didn't I, Alexander?" He asked the child, grinning sadistically at the remains of the child, or Alexander, in the man's words. "The names Tucker, how about you, girly, you got a name?" I pointedly ignored him, and made myself look as if I wasn't paying attention. "Oi, girly, you deaf?" He leaned in so close to my face I could almost taste his foul breath. I restrained my gag reflex, and continued to gaze at the floor, trying to mask my fear. Hy put "Alexander" down, and grasped my chin in his dirty hand, and forced me to look him in the eye. "You gonna answer? Or are you gonna be stubborn, 'cause I'm VERy good at dealing with people like that," I inwardly suppressed my shudder, cautious of what he might do if he found out that I was terrified of him.

"... Ariana..." I gave in. I don't wan't to know what means he would have used to find out of I hadn't told.

"Oh, pretty. Where ya from, Ariana?"

"..." He unclamped his hand from my chin, and strode up to the tray with the surgical instruments, and pulled out a very sharp looking scalpel.

"You sure you don't want to tell?"

"..." What the hell should I say. He began pacing toward my VERY slowly, the scalpel glinting in the candlelight. Crap, crap, crap, CRAP! WHAt DO I SAY? He knelt down to my eye level. He must've sensed or saw fear etched into my face, because he let out a low, malicious chuckle. This time I didn't bother to suppress my violent shudder. He took the scalpel and ran it from the bottom of my ear around to my chin. Withdrawing the scalpel ran his tongue up the length of the side of the blade, savoring it's semi-sweet flavoring. I began trembling, gazing up at him fearfully.

"Don't worry, I won't scar you face... yet,"

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A/N: Yay! The action finally starts! * does happy dance * I'm not sure how extreme the torture will get, so if you don't like: don't read! :O Oh yes, my dear readers, If I may ask you, REVIEW, DANGNABBIT! :D Again, I am hoping for at least 3 reviews before I update. ^^ * wink wink* Review! :D