Hi. This chapter is when the graphic tragedy ends.
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"I think you need something to remember that you are filthy." The ANBU said, his voice rising.
His words barely registered as all I felt was the painpainpain that was still residing inside me. The physical pain; emotional pain.
"I can't really leave knife wounds because obviously, when you grow up, the scarring will disappear." He reasoned, thoughtful and logical.
A small whimper escaped me and I tried once again to rattle against my restraint. It didn't give an inch.
I don't want to be hurt.
My mouth curled into a word, a foreign word that haven't been spoken in years, a word that I had been trying to forget.
"Mom." I cried out softly. I tried to remember her soft caresses, her hugs, her warmth and her love. I screwed my eyes shut, pretending I was at home- real home- lying on my bed with my head on my mom's chest, listening to her steady heartbeat.
"Mom!" I shouted louder. "Mom, help me! Help me! Where are you? Mom!"
I heard the ANBU snort. "Please kid, we both know you have no parents."
No parents.
That's not true.
My mind worked overtime, sinking in his words. My mom wasn't here anymore, she was- away. But that didn't mean I had no parents because I had a father. Living, breathing father.
I wanted to tell him that. I wanted to scream that my father was Jiraiya the mighty sannin, he was one of yours.
Looking back, I was pretty sure I would've screamed out that very information if the ANBU nin didn't do the drastic motion.
There was a small muttering from him, then suddenly, there was hothot fire pain on stomach, burning and blazing. It felt like a hot poker was ripping through my stomach, hungrily sizzling on my young tender flesh.
"Stopstop! Pleasestop - I can't- stop!' I sobbed, the shudders wracking through my body. It hurt, it hurt so goddamn much.
"A D-rank jutsu getting its job done." He remarked snarkily.
My hazy mind which was almost subconsciously blocking out the pain related this fire jutsu to the one that Asuma used to light his cigarettes. The feeling of burning and the smell of my flesh turning into brown bloody patches proved that it was some sort of fire.
"S-"
His fingers traced around the height of my belly button, and the fire crackled as it left a destructive path.
"H-"
I screamed in agony, screamed in the sheer helplessness I felt.
"A-"
I cried out for people, Itachi, Naruto, Sasuke, Hokage, Mom and even Jiraiya. It was incoherent babbling as I desperately wanted away from this torture.
"M-"
He purposely wrote slow, making sure to mark and dig into my very bones. The pungent smell was almost sickening and I dry-heaved.
"E-"
The painpain was too much and the sharp edges of the agony turned blurry and the smell weakened. My consciousness slipped.
It was pure fear, panic, and pain that woke me.
The moment my eyes flew open, my heart was pounding and my body was broken..
I was in the middle of the street I was originally kidnapped from. In front of the whorehouse.
I tried to stand up from the curled position on the wall- covered in urine- and hissed out a cacophony of words in pain.
Everywhere hurt. From my stomach, womb, head, limbs, joints to my heart.
My stomach wasn't bleeding like it should, it just felt tender and sore. I didn't want to see how it looked like.
Reality started to sink in.
Memories of what happened took over my mind and I hunched, hugging my legs for small comfort.
My breath started to hitch, and my whole body started to shake in absolute fear.
The click of the photograph. That was bearable. The video showed me in a victim's position, which I was definitely in, and couldn't be used as blackmail against me.
The pain that erupted inside me; and the pain that erupted on my stomach.
I've just been.. violated.
Again.
I hated that this feeling wasn't even foreign.
I hated that instead of the feeling of violation that should sink in, all I felt was blank blank mind, my subconscious already trying to forget about the incident.
I knew I should be curling up, crying and be broken.
That was definitely how I was like the first time it happened. But now, I just steeled myself against the pain.
My body worked autopilot as I shakily stood up.
"Do you need help?"
I turned sluggishly to face the person who addressed me. He was a man- just like the man who touched me- but he was older and shorter.
Also, I recognised him.
He was Danzo.
That scared me more than the rape, more than the torture, more than the abuse.
I knew that this man was capable of squishing my under his boot like a bug, and he was capable of erasing my identity.
The fact that this man was smiling down at me, offering a hand, was terrifying.
"N-no, I'm o-okay." My voice shook from the pure fear that he struck in me.
What is he doing here?
This was the red light district, not somewhere that Danzo would be in. There was a slim chance that he was at a meeting and saw me in his way of travels. A small chance, but still of chance.
However, the fact that he didn't ignore me and offered to help me all pointed to one thing.
He's here on purpose.
My mind connected the dots. The best way to earn someone's loyalty was through love. Love could be gained by positive association. Putting a child through immense trauma and helping their way through back to life- that was the emotions of associating positive emotions with someone.
He was trying to make me relate the feeling of safety to him, appearing at precarious times like right now.
If what I'm thinking is true, that means he planned this.
My stomach flexed, feeling the burns that now marked and marred my flesh. Perhaps forever.
He's the one who left this mark.
I curled my fists, anger now coursed through me. Hot and slimy, rattling from the pit of my stomach, demanding to get out and unleash its fury on the man in front of me.
Danzo seemed to realise the change in my body temperature and took a tentative step back, almost as if he was a defenceless civilian I was scathing away. Liar
"Are you sure you're okay? Let me carry your groceries little girl." He said with a soft friendly smile.
I tried not to gag at his false disgusting smile. I looked down on the pavement to see my paper bag filled with various vegetables, condiments and fruits.
Possessively reaching down on my groceries, I shook my head side to side.
Danzo let out a sigh. "I'm not going to steal them."
I clutched them closer to myself, and pointedly turned away from him.
"You can trust me." He said softly.
Even though I knew I should keep pretense of a guarded small girl. I couldn't stop the bitter chuckles that escaped me, and the next words that flew from my mouth.
"You can trust me" I mocked, stressing the words differently.
Danzo's eyes widened in surprise.
I made a mistake.
I just piqued Danzo's curiosity, something that I didn't want to do. He was now going to keep an eye on me- sarcasm and cynicism wasn't a trait that was characterised by normal kids. He know knew I was different.
I made a very very big bad mistake.
He approached me, which means that he wants to do something with me. Judging by his actions, he wanted my loyalty and perhaps to enlist me in Root.
A dull pain spiked my temples and I felt tired, exhausted and just spent.
The train of events that lead to this moment was taking a toll on me and I just wanted to be home. I just wanted to be safe, back at my haven with Naruto.
"I have to go home." I said stiffly. Despite my mind screaming not to turn my back at this man, I limped away from him.
I didn't even attempt to hear if he was following me. I knew if Danzo really wanted, he kill me or incapacitate me before I even realised it had happened.
I assumed that he wouldn't follow me- his whole plan of raping me would've been a waste of time if he just followed me and forced into submission.
Why is everyone so strong?
Walking through the alleyways, I felt weak, humiliated.
I couldn't do anything.
Like a damsel in distress, I was tied down, begging for help from some shining knight in armour. I was stronger than that. I was independant.
I tried to remember the exact detail of the ANBU I saw- brown haired average looking man- but then realised it was utterly pointless.
Henges, disguises, or clones could've faked an appearance. I was young, I was weak. I couldn't tell the difference between a real face and a Henge.
Useless Rei, you are useless.
I walked robotically back to my house, consciously avoiding thinking about the ANBU man, just thinking about Danzo. Really, I had to thank him for the distraction he provided me.
The sun peeked its head from the horizon and the world lit with fiery red and orange tint across the sky.
Taking a shuddering breath, I composed myself. It wouldn't do good to Naruto to see me in this state- and it definitely wouldn't do good to have him know that this was caused due to people's hatred towards him.
I supposed that I could blame Naruto for this incident in some silly way. If I wanted, I could tell myself that all this happened because Naruto was a demon- and if he was some ordinary child, the harsh treatment would've never touched me.
But that was absurd.
The sunny blond kid had no fault. Naruto just wanted love, affection and someone who cared for him. He never wanted to be Kyuubi's vessel.
So I told myself to be strong, to be proud.
I was Rei. I wasn't the broken Sarah Chase. I was strong strong Rei.
Nothing was going to cut me down and I wanted to always be by Naruto's side to support him.
But of course, no matter how firmly I told myself that I was strong, and that 'I can do this!' it didn't mean that the movement of the cat scurrying on the fence didn't affect me. On the contrary, I flinched away. Scared and petrified of fast movement.
Everyone who walked passed me were now labelled potential threat and I was now very very scared of the world.
iluvfairytale: Ahh! don't be mad at me. This is a story and thus needs some drama and excitement to continue. About Mikoto and Kushina, I'll start to explain with a quote from trusty wikipedia. "Despite his outward attitude of desiring to strengthen the bonds between the Uchiha clan and Konohagakure, Fugaku was in truth resentful of how the village did not trust and shunned the clan mistakenly for the Nine-Tails' Attack on Konoha." and so I presume that Fugaku doesn't want to associate with Naruto and by extension, Mikoto can't. Thank you for leaving a review and I love you lots!
Avarianna: Hi. Thank you for telling me that it was wonderfully written, that brought some fuzzy warmth to my heart. I attempted to really engage the readers with the horrifying acts that was happening and I'm glad (at the same time sorry) that I did succeed. Thank you for giving me some feedback and I love you.
NekoFace: It was a roller coaster, hey. Don't be scared for the next chapters. It's just going to be Rei going through her life as a ninja and less,, hectic
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Guest: Rei isn't going to be blackmailed with the photo, so don't worry. To ease more of your worry, I assure you that the culprit isn't Itachi.
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