Kind Soul Frees
By: Unknownred
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Summary: Sakura Haruno goes on a class trip to Yokohama, Japan and gets abducted randomly by a terrorist. She soon learns that over half of Japan has been taken over and without knowing she had just crossed into the territory of the overruled country. Devastated, Sakura tries to escapes and in return, only gets tortured more. What will happen to Sakura? Will she escape again or die trying? Read and find out!
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Rated: M
Pairings: SakuXSasu
Genres: Suspense/Romance
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Chapter Seven – Escapes are easy, its hiding that's hard
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May, eleventh. Seven AM, Sakura.
She learned quite a lot since those three days have passed and she was assigned a new terrorist to watch over her. He goes by the name of Tobi.
He blanched as she referred him to the ghost from the movie, 'Paranormal Activity'.
His bottom lip quivered and sudden tears started forming from his dark eyes, "Tobi no like Toby! I, Tobi am real!"
For some reason, she sort of felt light when she heard his whines of being compared to a fictional character. Just like a kid, pouting because he didn't get his way; scared even when he's older than her. This, she could get used to.
She had thought the first time he introduced himself to her, he'd torture her with whatever was in his toolbox but it just turned out to be a homemade lunch box instead.
She was even more surprised when he said her name! She didn't question him, in case he was a backstabber (like any other terrorists could be) or take this advantage, get her to like him and at the same time use her as ransom. Instead, she sweetly asked him all the important details she's been left out on. And she didn't have to feign innocence; Tobi was just as glad to have someone talk to him without feeling annoyed.
It's May 11, so that meant she has been in this cell for about three months since her field trip to Yokohama! He had even talked about his teammates, describing them on what they look like if she was ever to meet them too.
Karin was the red head who wears thick glasses because he thinks she's very smart which she is in serious situations. She's always bickering with both Hidan who has a potty mouth (and if she remembered clearly, had been with Itachi the night of her 'second' rape) and Deidara that looked similar to her friend, Ino except he's very slick with what he's trained to do. Sakura suspects its bombing buildings and the fact that maybe he was the one who raped her.
Tobi didn't hesitate to tell her who Itachi was since she practically lived through every torture he casted on her. She had wondered on the next day if there were any more members of their organization but when she tried asking Tobi, he just whined saying he didn't want to talk about them anymore and wanted to play a game instead.
Since those two days with Tobi, she has been keeping an eye on Tobi making sure he doesn't do anything to set her off but then again, she's also relieved that he befriended her, treating her nicely even if she was a prisoner. The day before, she had even made tabs of days she's been in the cell with tally marks on the side of her bench with a small fork from Tobi's toolbox when ever Tobi was either occupied with his game or napping.
Some may wonder why she didn't escape when she had the tools in front of her, when an enemy is snoozing away and she has the opportunity to run— but she wasn't going to risk it! She had a plan even though it means sacrificing the chance of freedom. She's going to make Tobi trust her by not leaving so that he wouldn't get in trouble because she escaped him. Maybe someday like a few days from now, she'll escape— she already have the resources and an outside connection for her scheme to carry out if it all turns out right… just the way she planned it.
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Later that day, May eleventh. Sakura
But then again, she thought, what's worst— staying in the cell until Itachi comes back or getting caught again if she does escape? Throwing the invisible dice, she made a move that night when Tobi was snoozing away.
She slid her hand out of the ropes that bound her wrists from practice and quietly puts his toolbox on the edge of the bench just in case it falls when Tobi wakes up— she had it planned out after all, if she does get caught and Tobi gets punished, she can back him up by knocking him out with the toolbox which when it does fall, the remains of trash will be scattered on the ground. Then there's also her excuse which was pretty lame to start with, 'I had to use the bathroom; there's no way I'm going to pee in a corner with a guy in my cell!' Shaking her head, she made her way to the door and slowly went out, taking precaution while looking both ways of the corridor. She remembered clearly the direction Itachi led her down the hall to the bathroom; she even remembered a stairway in which must lead to more rooms or to outside.
Taking a step on the stairways, she bit her lip when it made a small shriek sound. She looked to the top step, her eyes calculating fourteen to nineteen steps that'll give her away. She prayed then, hoping to get out of this building she was in; to get to a clearer exit.
When she reached the top, her chest tightened at the sounds of footsteps across the room, behind the closed door. Where was she anyway? It almost seemed like she was stuck in the basement which is really scary due to how many horror movies she has watched in the past. Opening the door, she should've known sooner but when she peered out, bright light illuminated from her right— blinding her and making her gasp aloud. She slapped her hand over her eyes, her other hand tightening around on the door knob in a deathly grip. Blinking her eyes to get used to the light, all she could do was tear up more. On the other hand, even the light gave her some hope— meaning if there's light, there's a window! Her chest pumped at the thought of feeling the sun on her skin and knowing she was alive still, that she had made it.
Now if only she could find the front door before—
"So you escaped pinky." A voice snapped her from her reverie, the sound coming from behind the opened door in which she poked her head out. Gasping, she threw the door open while shuffling towards the blinding light, her hand brushing away new tears. As she was running towards the window, she heard a loud curse behind her and the thought of being caught and left in the dark again made her insides churn.
Her eyes squinted again once she made it to the window. Grabbing the small knob, she tried yanking the window up but it didn't budge. She heard loud breathing from behind her and when she turned, she was surprised that it wasn't just the terrorist that cursed, but Tobi as well.
"Are you leaving Tobi?" Tobi asks softly, his hand shaking as he reaches up and brushes his bangs to the side. Sakura closes her eyes for a second, parting her lips, her hands still on the ledge of the window, slowly inching it up but it was probably bolted down for a reason.
"Tobe, she can't escape even if she wanted to." The foul mouth guy, whom she assumed is Hidan, reassured Tobi by huffing in frustration.
"I'm not escaping…" She began, opening one eye and lifting a hand to brush away another tear. Her gaze fell on Tobi's as he watched her hands slowly trail over the glass, "I just missed the feel of natural sunlight."
Wrong answer.
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A week later. Nagasaki, Japan. Sasori
It's time— he got what he needed, the mission has been executed and three out of four regions throughout China and North Korea have been bombed every five minutes after the clock struck twelve. Gaining a code from a couple of other terrorists apart from the Akatsuki, the weak officials that guarded most of the borderlines have now been taken over. He added a small skip to his steps as he walked to the capsule of the Third Akatsuki Branch's laboratory.
He stopped at the door, pressing his thumb on the scanner and punching in a cryptic code before hearing the rush of air zinging through the now open doors. Without saying a word, he brushes pass a few senior scientists, flashing a glare whenever they meet his eyes.
"It would be nice to see you smile once in awhile." A new voice came to his hearing range. Sasori glances behind him and sees a woman with blue hair sitting on the edge of a table; her grey eyes twinkling with amusement. Sasori grunts and walks towards the end of the room and stops at a door leading to a closed office. "He's not in."
Sasori narrows his eyes and knocks again on the barred door but is met with silence. Sighing, Sasori runs a hand through his natural burgundy hair before turning to meet the gaze of the woman sitting on the table. "When is he due back?"
The woman chuckles, shaking her head, "Fifteen missions, three executions, twenty gang murders— tell me, how long have you been working here and still, you don't know when he'll come back… you know he'll never come by for just a mere visit?"
Grunting, Sasori eyes her ID clipped loosely on her uniform shirt— her name is in bolded kanji letters, KONAN. Did he know her from somewhere because clearly she seems to know about him? "Business is required, I'm sure he'll be pleased to know that my mission has been accomplished."
Konan smirks, hopping off the table top and started cat-walking her way towards Sasori, "Oh, I'm sure." When she reaches him, she lifts a hand and wraps it around his neck making Sasori raise a brow in curiosity and suspicion. "But you're a minute late from arriving. After you passed through those doors, he had jetted out of here."
Frowning at this new information, he takes a step back and glares at Konan who in return only laughs in mockery.
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May seventeen, Friday. Sakura.
Who would have guessed that foul mouthed Hidan guy is ticklish? And on top of that, she silently thanks her mom for recommending her to take anatomy— just by memorizing all the pressure points of the body, Sakura had tried it out on Hidan when he brought over her food and in order for her to eat, he had to loosen up her ropes.
That was a couple of days ago though when she practically ran upstairs and thankfully it was nighttime where she didn't have to be blinded by the sun. She broke the window with her fist and had to jump down a couple of feet before stabilizing her balance and running the heck away from their territory.
She hadn't made much further within the town of who knows where, passing an old and abandoned barn. To make her trail less noticeable, she hid through the most small and unpredictable places a girl would hide. Two days ago, she made a few lists of hiding places she could hide in but when she heard foot steps coming her way, she immediately dove inside a dog house, rooming up with a big, fluffy dog that hid her appearance from the outside. A day ago, she moved forward searching a way to go back home without being caught and slept under a big semi truck parked on the side of a market; the engine low enough to hide her from wanderers or her captors but high enough for her to fit under.
She had made it out alive without any complications. Until two hours later at night fall when she accidentally bumped into a red head whose attitude is completely stoic and aloof. He was taller than her and much stronger due to the tight grip he quickly fastened around her wrist as he dragged her back the way she had escaped.
He's a terrorist!
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Fifth week, May, Wednesday. Itachi.
"It seems," He started, tightening the straps around her wrists to the chair. "You still don't understand the meaning of punishment."
Itachi had come back after his little mission of sending Deidara to their headquarters and Deidara being sentenced to isolation with the regards of Itachi's promise to Karin. When he had reached the front door, the girl he had mostly like pushed aside in his mind appeared with her dirty rosette locks and wide emerald eyes squeezed shut as she bumped into him; sending her flailing backwards. "Your game of cat and mouse is now at an end."
She struggled in her seat, grunting as the straps rubbed roughly against her skin. Feeling indifferent and frustrated at the same time, Itachi moves towards her other wrist, securing the strap as she kicks forward, her foot aimed at his crotch. Instantly, he blocks her leg and tightens his hold on both of her limbs.
She gasps as he digs his nails into her leg. Leaning forward, Itachi lower his eyes and whispers with a strange amusement to his tone, "For every escape you made while I was gone— no, for how much trouble you caused my comrades, I will bestow unto you."
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After she was strapped in, Itachi clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth and dug his hands into his pants pocket. "While I was gone, I was thinking many ways to killing fresh meat— but in order to better my kills; you'll make a perfect volunteer."
"More like volun-told…" The girl muttered absentmindedly, her body trembling in fear to what he might do to her.
Grinning maliciously, Itachi watches as the girl's eyes widen in fright as he pulls out a plastic bag. "We'll start off with this, agent."
Her eyes widen even more as he continued to walk towards her, opening the bag and hovering it over her head. She shakes, thrashing her head but Itachi wouldn't let her win; she was, all in all, at a disadvantage. Tying the bag closed with a knot, he watches as she breathes in radically, the plastic being vacuumed to her lips and nose. She choked, a strange and yet satisfying cry escaping her throat as she searches for a way to breathe again.
"We all know Tobi is a stupid child," Itachi begins, narrowing his eyes at the thought of Tobi singing in his shower, "but befriending a girl like you, you should at least be appreciative towards him!"
The girl coughs again, inhaling the bag as she shakes her head; her fingers scrunching into a ball of fists. Taking a step closer, he takes a hold of the plastic bag and preens with a stretch over her face, outlining the smoothness of the plastic and the contours of her features. "You should be thankful I didn't rape you or else you'd be thinking twice before leaving!"
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May, Thursday, Itachi.
He yanked her up; her body falling limp from the stretches he made her do as she groans, flinching at the aches. Throwing her to the ground, he grabs a lengthy rope on the table nearby and walks to the girl again. Kneeling, he grabs her leg and starts unraveling the rope. "Perhaps you're more than just an agent, someone who was trained to survive any torture given?"
She didn't respond as usual. He tightens the rope around her ankles making her squirm in place as he hovers over her, grabbing both her wrists and tying the rope around them and her body. "You think you can trick us? After I'm through with you, there won't be anymore tricks." He threatened, shooting her a daggered glare as he drags her to her tortured chair. He positions her under making her crouch; her stomach meeting her knees as the base of the chair crushes her from gaining anymore oxygen.
A small chuckle slips her lips. What was so funny about being bounded and pressed under a chair? Narrowing his eyes, he swung a foot and kicked her in the side sending her gasping aloud at the impact. "Still thinking you can handle these tortures?"
He kneels, his knees popping place as he observes her face gaining red from the pressure building in her chest. The low breaths she obtains from her first lesson with the plastic bag. "Sorry to disappoint you, these tortures you're receiving aren't my ideas but the ones you caused trouble for. Mine are just as worst."
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May, Friday, Itachi.
A knock was heard from her cell door; Itachi turns and sees the red head who reported back earlier from a mission he was sent on a few days ago.
"What is it Sasori?" Itachi unties the straps from the girl's wrists, allowing her to fall from her standing position.
"The utensil you ordered has arrived." Sasori began, glancing to the girl behind Itachi. "Also, we got a letter containing that you're needed at headquarters immediately."
Sighing at the last part, Itachi presses his lips together, thinking deeply on the matter. "Is that so?"
Sasori blinked, nodding in response. Loud inhales of breaths were heard from the girl that lay on the ground. "Are you going to finish the girl or shall I take over?"
Itachi narrows his eyes in thought. A protruding memory made him shake with disgust, a certain face that he wished wasn't on his team had indeed went against his beliefs and raped an agent; his agent he had kidnapped. "I assume the others filled you in about Deidara."
Sasori huffs, rolling his eyes, "Unlike Dei, I have no interest in dominating the opposite sex."
Smirking at his declaration, Itachi nods and turns to the girl, "What do you have in mind, Sasori?"
Walking towards him, the corner of the redhead's mouth curved upwards as he handed over the utensil to Itachi. "This girl is a caged bird right? Well, I'll train her to half fly."
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30 minutes after, Sakura.
"I'll leave her in your care then." Itachi nodded as he dropped whatever object he had in hand on the table, directing the redhead whose name is Sasori, to use on her when its 'bedtime'. Shivering at the thought, Sakura watches as Itachi leaves, closing the door behind them. A small light illuminated the room from where Sasori stood, frowning at her with dark stare.
Sakura flinches as the shackles dig into her hands. She swings her head up, observing the position they had put her through. Sasori had mentioned earlier that this new method she's in is called 'half flying'. The point to this is where a victim is shackled or bounded to an upper bunk or wall with a robe tied around one foot and strung up so the other foot barely touches the ground. Feeling her muscles ache from her earlier stretch, Sakura could feel tears grounding at the brim of her eyes.
"Tears won't make this any easier." The guy before her spoke; pulling at the ropes and having it tighten around her bonds. "I'm not like Tobi whose naïve."
Sakura looks up towards the ceiling, blinking away the tears before they can fall. How was she surviving all this pain? Did God have some other plans for her? Did He not want her to escape this cruel fate? Praying silently, her mouth moves as she thinks of her home, her friends and family and what could possibly be the outcome of her future.
"Nor am I like Deidara who likes to please his needs by raping any girl he sees fits." She hears his voice come closer to her. Reopening her eyes, she sees him stop about a few inches away from her, "Although… you're a rare specialty to your peers." Lifting a hand, he runs it down the curve of her hips.
Sakura huffs, her heart racing with every new thought that comes to her mind. Is he going to rape her? Touch her in inappropriate places of her body? What is he going to do? And what did he mean 'rare specialty' treating her as if she was some lab rat or new discover! "You're not as pretty yourself."
With a swift movement, she gasped in surprise as he pinches her cheeks together, making her lips pucker out. Yanking her chin towards him, she twitches at the pain of the shackles jabbing her bone. "The rebellious type, mm? I see; well then," He chuckles, giving her a stare of jibbers, "I won't even touch you."
What does he mean by that?
Letting her go with a push, Sasori backs away slowly, a grin playing on his lips as he makes his way back to the light and kicks it off. Suddenly the room consumes in darkness— unsurprisingly, Sakura is used to this but what she's not used to is being stuck in this position for a period of time. And to make things worst, the cause of immediate shivers running down her spine.
Squeak!
Sakura widens her eyes. What was that sound just now? Did that guy make that noise or was it her mind playing tricks? As if on cue, the chains binding her to the post above her moved without her shifting. What is that? What's causing the tiny trembles of the chains?
"Ah!" Sakura shrieks, feeling something swipe her face in an untimely manner.
Rats!
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They're eating her alive, nipping at the most sensitive spots where Deidara had revealed from her rape. She squirms, crying aloud for the rats to stop. There must have been about four or six even; each of their squeaks combined in unison that she couldn't tell how many there were now.
Having felt pain from the water tortures Itachi has put her through; the medieval tortures Hidan and possibly Tobi have suggested on her— she has survived them all! But this… this was disturbingly startling to say the least!
"Please make them stop!" Sakura cries, tears sliding down her face as she feels one of the rats claw onto her shirt, tearing it with a loud rip. Another rat lost its balanced and dug its nails onto her collarbone, its tail tickling her bared breast.
"They still have until dessert." Sasori's voice echoes off her cell walls, making her chest lift when she heard him speak. Meaning, he didn't leave her through her suffering.
What is this guy's problem? Is he trying to take Itachi's role for being the worst terrorist over the century? Aren't terrorists supposed to bomb, destroy and kill victims they find worthless? Isn't she worthless to them? Shouldn't she be killed by now? "What have I done to you?!"
"Nothing… yet," He responded, his footsteps coming closer, "I'm sure."
"Why are you doing this then?" Sakura cries as a rat gnaws at her neck. She could feel the drops of blood slide down her chest. The smell of dirty rodents mixed with metallic filled the room she was in. "Why?"
He didn't respond back like she'd hope he'd do but instead he takes a mighty long minute to think of what he should have said. Instead he chuckles, hot breaths fuming over nose, startling Sakura. He was that close already? It was too dark, she reasons, even though she's supposed to be used to the dark, how is it that she didn't feel his presence?
"I have no need to explain my reasons." He speaks finally, growling lowly in irritation, "Especially to a mere girl like you."
She knew she couldn't do anything, not with the rats on her like this. Although she wanted head bump this guy over, how would she escape her shackles? Flinching from the rats, she breathes out a shaky breath, earning a yelp as a rat falls off her chest. "Erm…"
'-SORI!'
Sakura closes an eye as Sasori breathes down her neck, making the blood drip faster.
'SASORI!'
Shuffling was heard between the two. Was it the rats? Sakura thinks and squeezes her eyes shut tightly as she feels a sudden wind of cold air waft between her and Sasori.
"SASORI KUN!" A loud voice, clearly cheerful in his tone as he opens the door widely and skips right in— only to trip over something in the dark and cry out loud, "WAAH, Tobi fell!"
Sighing at Tobi's idiotic appearance, Sakura felt almost light except the noises of rats scattering away and her bonds from her feet loosening.
"Tobe," Sasori's voice drifted from below her. Shuffling once again, Sakura couldn't tell if Sasori was still near her or if he moved away to help Tobi. Cursing, he told Tobi to turn on the light before waltzing right in at an important moment which was now rudely interrupted.
"Tobi is sorry!" Tobi sniffled, making a loud shriek as he tripped again. Sakura sweat drops as Tobi, yet again, falls and cries aloud.
With an arrogant sigh, Sakura hears Sasori curse lowly and after a minute of fondling, turns on the light from earlier. Blinking away the abrupt illumination, Sakura hangs her head and looks at the damage done to her body.
"Tobi, why are you here?" Sasori turns to the fallen man on the ground, "And at this hour?"
Tobi sits up, rubbing his head as he grins shyly at her then at Sasori, "I have important news to tell you. It can not wait!"
"Business, is it?" Sasori mutters clear enough for Tobi and her to hear. She swallows, hope rising in her chest. Will this be the end of her tortures for tonight because she really just wanted to sleep if she's going to go through another set tomorrow?
Tobi nods, getting up. "Well then, we'll talk… right after Itachi's addition to her punishment."
Sasori walks to the table and grabbing what Itachi left, he shows it to her and Tobi. "This is a Heretic's fork." Sakura widens her eyes at the sight of the metal torture device. To be frank, attached to a leather strap was two prongs at each end, shaped as forks. What it was used for, she did not know or wanted to know.
He walked towards her, taking the leather strap in each hand and lifted it up making it form like a necklace. Her bottom lip parted as a new image protruded to the front of her mind. She felt him hook the leather around her neck like a leash but the jut that made her shriek echoed in her cell. The top fork which was placed sideways poked under her chin while the other end dug into the bone of her sternum. "If you can pull this off by tomorrow morning, still alive— there won't be any tortures tomorrow… that is, if you survive."
He lets go and steps back to observe her. Sakura bites her bottom lip, her eyes stinging as the small prick she made when she swallowed. "Have a nice night, girl."
Sasori turned on his heels and walked out the room, leaving Sakura to fend her position and waited for Tobi to follow heed. Sakura closes her eyes but not after hearing Tobi softly telling her to bend her neck back, so that if she stretched, she wouldn't be pierced by the forks.
"Good night Sakura chan."
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June, Saga. Eight PM; Sasuke.
Is this where he has been hiding this whole time? The sixth branch of the Akatsuki's organization— to say the least, Sasuke stood at the foot of the first step towards the abandoned-looking shack, their 'hide-out'. Very suspicious indeed with only one light to illuminate the porch, but Sasuke wasn't about to complain because now that he got into the organization as his pen-name, Rave, he wasn't going to mess his mission up.
Walking up the steps, he slowly raises a fist to knock on the torn up, wooden door. Before he could knock, the door creaks open and a face appears glaring dangerously at him. He could've jumped like any other criminal would have, cursing if someone unexpected and creepily opened the door just peering at them. Instead, he stood there with a raised brow.
The man behind the door had medium length silver hair with unique lilac eyes as he continued to glare at him. He was tall too, and with his hand gripped on the door frame, he must be built also. "What the," the man cursed, spit flying from his mouth, "do you want? I don't have time to buy stupid Girl Scout cookies from you."
Sasuke eye twitched at the lame insult directed towards him. "You must be Hidan."
"Yeah? What's the," The man cursed again, opening the door wider and stepping dangerously close to Sasuke, "is to you?"
Sasuke looks up at him, feeling annoyed at the man already and yet, slightly amused. "I'm Rave, Obito's subordinate— I'll be the one filling in for Deidara."
Hidan narrows his eyes, scanning Sasuke from head to toe. Sasuke doesn't say a word as Hidan takes a step back and allows Sasuke to enter the threshold. "I don't particularly care about Dei, so don't think we'll be on good terms either."
Sasuke shifts his backpack, taking in the small office room to his right and the stair case to his left. Down the hall was a lit room with a chair facing to the left but he couldn't see much after that. "Where do I book?"
Hidan slams the door shut behind and trudges pass Sasuke before jutting a thumb towards the stairs, "Obviously upstairs, duh."
Sasuke grunts in response and takes a step towards the stairs before he was pulled back by his collar. Annoyed at this, Sasuke glances back and glares at Hidan in question. "Don't even think of heading to the first door on the right; that's my room and whoever goes in there will die."
"Hn."
Of course this guy gave him the sense of dislike, Sasuke made his way to the second floor— there were three rooms on each side of the hall, which room was Deidara's he did not know. Walking to the first set of doors on each side, to his right was Hidan's and to his left… he wasn't sure if it was Deidara's.
Thinking before barging in the room on his left, he simply had the courtesy to knock. Waiting about ten seconds, the door finally opens revealing a girl with red hair and brown orbs holding up a pair of thick black glasses.
She blinks at him, feeling slightly unfamiliar and yet something was off. Why was she staring like that at him? He had a feeling that maybe she too might get turned on by his looks. Instead, she snorted in amusement, "Seriously, a mini Itachi, what a joke!"
Sasuke furrows his brows together, feeling offended for being compared to his brother, his ex-admirer. How dare she label him as a chibi-clone of his brother! Yeah, they may look alike but that doesn't mean she could possibly tell they're related… right? "I'm Deidara's sub—"
"Is that right?" The girl states, leaning on her door frame. "Why didn't you say so earlier?
We were told last minute that you'd be coming, Rave."
He nods.
"You must be curious and tired from your trip." She continues, "Dei's room is the third door to your left but don't expect it to be clean."
He nods again, turning on his heel. Passing the second door, the girl behind him clears her throat, "By the way, my name is Karin. So if you need anything, you'll come to me or Hidan. If you haven't met him, he's the one that—"
"Curses a lot." Sasuke finishes, before reaching the third door. He rounds the knob before opening the door and peering in. It wasn't a clean room like Karin had mentioned, very disorganized with bed sheets strewn across the bed, clothes piles on the floor, machinery tools and crafts on the desk, weapons stashed beside the close and door, bunches of paper and files balled into the trash and more. Sighing, Sasuke walks in and kicks away a boxer.
"Wow, this bad, huh?" The girl's voice startles him from behind. Sasuke turns and locks eyes with Karin. She smirks, "Good luck then. Come down if you want to eat."
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That night, he had an awkward silent dinner with the two people he met when he arrived, Karin and Hidan. He still has yet to meet the other members as well as Itachi— who would be absolutely discreet towards the appearance of knowing his younger brother had become an ex-con.
"What are your intentions to being here, Rave?" Karin asks sweetly, her hands clasping under her chin in curiosity.
"My reasons are none of your concern." Sasuke replies, ignoring the glare Hidan directs at him.
"Kid you better listen up, we're in charge here while Itachi is gone!" Hidan spits out, slamming a fist down on the table.
Sasuke looks up, blinks as his mind allows this new information to sink. Itachi; gone? Since when? He was told Itachi would be here and indeed, the information was right but why of all times should he miss his brother? Frowning at what Hidan said, Sasuke finishes up his meal and stands to go. "When will your leader be back?"
Karin rolls his eyes, "Obviously you don't know anything do you? We got word that you've been working long in the Akatsuki, ne~ unless you have different intentions for joining."
"Maybe he does and how are we supposed to know if he's telling the truth?" Hidan added on, tapping a finger on the table while scanning Sasuke for any tricks up his sleeve.
"Hn." Sasuke noted, annoyed, "My only goal is my mission. Think what you want."
Taking his plate to the trash, he then strolls back to the corridor towards the stairs when he suddenly hears a faint noise from downstairs. Curious to know what it is or who could be up at this hour doing some experiment downstairs must be really motivated. Glancing towards the staircase leading up to everyone's room, he silently listens to Hidan bicker with Karin. Quietly opening the basement door, he slips in.
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Downstairs he's met with complete silence except the audit noises coming from down the hall and the lights illuminating the direction of where the noise had come from. The basement was huge, he must admit; seeing that there must have been some secret tunnel for extra rooms or practices. Shaking his head from thoughts of experiments, Sasuke walks on, placing a hand on the wall as a guide.
Walking to the end of the hall, he hears the noise protruding within the room adjacent to his right. Furrowing his brows, he was hesitant to enter without having the decency to knock. But in order to flow into his terrorist role, he wraps his fingers around the handle and pulls open the door, hearing the shriek of its hinges make way.
Inside was consumed in darkness despite the light from outside, much to his delight but seeing that someone was inside didn't make his nerves calm down. Taking a step inside, he heard the harsh breathing of someone smaller than him, a feminine whine retreating from the back of the room.
It was cold inside, almost to the degree of freezing. Opening the door wider, light from outside peered enough for him to see a shadowed form trembling on a bench, a rope trailing passed the border line of the ground between light and darkness. Did they keep a pet in here, something big to be struggling at this hour?
Taking another step forward, he found himself peering down at a small, frail person whose limbs are torn up, scratches and dried up blood. Big bruises forming on the person's dark, grimy legs; this person might not have taken a bath since a month now that he thought about it. Should he get closer? They probably locked him/ her down because of his/ her attacks?
"C-close the door…" The person spoke, her teeth chatter as she whines, "I-its c-cold."
Surprised at her broken voice, Sasuke stands there wondering who this girl might be and why was she not attacking him. Then it clicks in his mind, duh, obviously she must be a prisoner not an attacker. He swallowed, his eyes softening as he stepped forward. "What's your name?"
The girl gasps, her breaths uneven as she shuffles backwards. He could hear the rustles of the rope being strung back, like a snake in the meadows. She must be shock due to his question— he wonders if she knew anything, if she remembered her name. "M-my name?"
"I'll get annoyed if I keep calling you girl." Sasuke noted, remembering to sound terrorist-like. And since when do terrorists make amends with victims or prisoners? He shouldn't get too close or attached.
"M-my n-name is…" She began but was cut off by another voice in the room.
"Sakura chan, Tobi is back to play!"
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A/N: Ah! Sorry for the delay; I'm currently studying for exams this week and next week! But I hope I didn't get your hopes up too highly last chapter. Gomenasai Strawberrys000 for making you wait this long… and even if their meeting was short for this chapter, everything unfolds in the next and so on. Please wait until after my finals— I'll be back with more twists!
