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Chapter 10: Torture
"So, what? We just need to get some fuckin information out of this bitch, then I can fuckin leave?" Hidan asked, brandishing his scythe.
Kisame shrugged nonchalantly, "Basically. Why, you wanna have a go first?"
"Fuck yeah! If I had to be fuckin called away from missions where I can sacrifice to Jashin-sama, then I better get something out of it!" he said, starting to walk over to Kira who stood in the middle of the room, absolutely still.
"And this bitch isn't even moving a fucking inch! That's no fun!" pouted Hidan as he raised his scythe.
"Hold it, zombie-boy," Kisame said, having Hidan stop mid swing, "You have to actually keep this one alive. We need information, not a new corpse."
Hidan scoffed and lowered his weapon, "Well that's no fuckin fun."
"You get to torture her. You'll see her in insurmountable pain at your hands. I thought you loved that stuff."
Hidan grinned, "Now your fuckin talkin my language."
Kira made herself go numb. She blocked off her emotions internally and had her mind wonder. I cannot scream. I cannot cry. I cannot struggle. She repeated the mantra that had been bored into her head for years. She was nothing again. Merely an object that someone could take out their frustrations on.
Hidan grabbed one of the three blades on his weapon and made a large cut on his palm. He slowly let the blood drip onto the ground, causing a small puddle. After a few moments, he dragged his foot through the puddle and drew a circle with a triangle in it in his blood. He then turned to Kira with a sadistic grin and relowered his scythe. Kira didn't flinch as he cut her cheek. Her kekkei genkai activated, she watched as he licked the blood off the sharp edge. As her blood entered his system, his chakra immediately engulfed it. The blood dissipated, mingled with his chakra, and traveled to every inch of his body. He moved back to stand inside his bloody drawing on the floor.
"Damn, it's going to be fun to hear this bitch scream!" he shouted as he took out a retractable spear. He rose it high, then plunged it into his leg.
He looked up, and instead of seeing Kira on the ground in agony, she still stood in the middle of the floor with a blank expression on her face.
"Hey Hidan," called a grinning Kisame, "you sure you got her blood? Zetsu won't dig you out of the ground again if you get caught in another Konoha trap like with that Shikamaru kid."
"Shut the fuck up you damn fish!" Hidan yelled, getting ticked off, "It was her fuckin blood that I licked. I felt my scythe bite into her fuckin flesh!"
Itachi glanced up, "Look at her leg."
Hidan did so and saw a stream of blood pooling on the floor. He smirked, "See, you overgrown anchovy, I did fuckin get her!"
"Yeah, yeah," Kisame turned to Itachi, "Why do you always want to ruin my fun, eh?" Itachi ignored him and continued to watch the girl. Kisame shrugged and turned back as well.
Hidan grinned manically, and buried the spear into his abdomen, "How do you fuckin like that one, huh bitch? Isn't the pain amazing?"
Kira didn't flinch as an identical hole appeared on her stomach. She just stood there, gazing into nothingness. Hidan's eye twitched in annoyance, "What the fuck? Why isn't she doing anything? That no fun, damn it!" He tried cutting his sides, stabbing different body parts, and breaking his bones. Everything done to himself was recreated on Kira's body automatically. Each time Hidan injured himself, he looked expectantly at the unresponsive girl in front of him. He shrieked in frustration. Why wouldn't she fall to the floor screaming in pain and writhe in agony?
Hidan raised the spear and plunged it towards his heart. A hand stopped him just as the spear touched his skin. He looked up to find Itachi gripping his arm.
"We can't kill her," came his impassive voice.
Hidan scoffed and shook off Itachi's hand. He walked to the back of the room, "Whatever, this bitch is crazy. You try to get her to fuckin talk."
Itachi nodded and turned to Kira, still standing despite the significant blood loss and numerous injuries scattered across her body. I cannot scream. I cannot cry. I cannot struggle, she thought over and over again.
"You going to use Tsukuyomi on her already kid?" Kisame asked.
In response, Itachi activated his Sharingan and approached the girl. As he stood before her, he took her face with one hand and had her look into his eyes. Her only reaction was a shiver of fear running up her spine. After a few minutes passed, he furrowed his brow and released her.
"Well?" Kisame asked.
Itachi turned to his partner, "It seems that she is immune to my Sharingan," he said simply.
Kisame's eyebrows shot up, "How's that possible kid? No one's completely immune to genjutsu."
Itachi gestured to Kira, "She seems to have more than one unique ability."
Kisame grinned, "My turn then."
He shrugged off the wall and sauntered over to the girl. "Since genjutsu and physical pain don't seem to work, how about I try something a bit different."
He did a series of hand signs, then held one hand towards her.
"What the fuck? I thought you said we couldn't kill her!" came Hidan's voice before a rushing sound filled her ears. In seconds her entire body was encased in a Water Prison Technique. She gave an internal sigh of relief. The water was exactly what she needed. She automatically created a pocket of air around her mouth so she could breathe. At the same time, she felt a familiar tingle in her injuries. As the water poured into her wounds, Kira added a bit of chakra, causing her injuries to begin healing.
After a minute, she was dropped to the floor, most of the gouges in her skin now reduced to small scratches or new scars.
"It seems that she is a medical ninja that uses water to enhance her healing ability," Itachi said.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" Hidan shouted.
"Shut up Hidan," Kisame said, interrupting the soon-to-be rant from the immortal. He turned to Itachi, "And where's that bomb-crazy kid?"
"He said he didn't wish to participate in the information gathering this time around," Itachi answered.
Hidan bristled, "That little pansy! He thinks he's too damn good for this kind of stuff? Well, fuck him. We don't need some fucking transvestite to get information out of a girl!"
"And what do you suggest, oh mighty zombie," Kisame asked sarcastically, growing somewhat tired of the loud, constant cursing, "We haven't been able to get her to do more than wince."
Hidan's grin widened as he thought for a moment, "We're just using the wrong fuckin strategy."
Itachi rose an eyebrow, "Oh, and what kind should we be using?" he asked skeptically.
Hidan walked over to Kira, who was still on the floor, internally repeating her mantra.
"Simple, if you think about it for one damn minute. She's a girl. What is one thing all girls fear above pain?"
"I'm not following here," said Kisame, unfolding his arms.
Hidan smirked, then bent down in front of her, "Being violated," with that he reached out to her and grabbed the collar of her shirt. In one swift movement, he had ripped it down the front, exposing Kira's chest and bindings. She began shaking a bit, but continued to remain motionless.
"What do you think you are doing," Itachi asked, moving forward to stop Hidan.
"Getting the fuckin information you want while having some fun, what does it fuckin look like?"
Itachi grabbed Hidan's arm and threw him across the room. Kira didn't notice. She was consumed by thoughts of her past and her mantra was blaring in her head.
I cannot scream. I cannot cry. I cannot struggle. I cannot scream. I cannot cry. I cannot struggle. "I cannot scream. I cannot cry. I cannot struggle," she whispered, not even realizing she had spoken aloud. Itachi turned to her, having been the only one to hear her near silent utterings. Before he could question her about it, the door to the room was flung open.
"What is going on in here?" asked a deep commanding voice.
The room went silent as heads turned to the newcomer. Kira stopped mid thought as the presence of this one man filled the room. He was a bit taller than average, though quite a bit shorter than the fish-man. His body was littered with piercings in every available space. He radiated an authority that made the Hokage almost dim in comparison.
His eyes turned to her, then focused on Hidan, "My orders were to question this girl on Konoha. Not to violate her."
"She wouldn't fuckin talk!" Hidan said, standing from where Itachi had thrown him, "I was just using a different method."
"If she wouldn't give you information on Konoha, then you were supposed to get her background history."
Hidan looked to Kisame, "Well why the fuck didn't you say so sooner, huh?"
Kisame scratched the back of his head, "Eh, I forgot. Sue me."
"Leader-sama," Itachi said, "Why do you need this girl's background history?"
The leader turned to him, "She may be a candidate for our organization. She has shown great potential."
Itachi nodded slightly, "True, she does have unique abilities."
Leader rose an eyebrow, indicating for him to continue.
"She was able to almost completely heal herself with water, more so than an average medic-nin. That, and she seems to be immune to genjutsu."
Leader walked further into the room. He was followed by another person. A woman. Kira relaxed minutely with the added presence of another female.
The pierced man approached her and looked into her eyes a moment.
"She is blind. Genjutsu will not affect those without sight," he said nonchalantly. He stood and looked around the room, "Where is Deidara?"
"He pussied out and decided he didn't want to come," Hidan replied with a sneer.
Leader nodded, "Konan," the woman turned to him, "Inform Deidara that he will be the sole caretaker for our guest. He will bring her her meals and guard her until she is ready to give us the information we desire."
Konan bowed and left the room. The leader tuned to those remaining, "You will be present when we gather the information, as will I. I need to make sure that there won't be a repeat of what has just occurred. You may leave until further notice."
Hidan grumbled about this being a waste of time, picked up his scythe and pushed past the leader on his way out. Kisame and Itachi bowed more respectfully and left the room. The leader remained quiet and merely exited the room once Deidara had arrived. Deidara's eyes widened momentarily at the state Kira was in. He quickly recovered and went to retrieve her from her place on the floor.
Kira remained in a daze. She didn't notice the uncharacteristically concerned look of the bomber as he walked her to her cell. She didn't notice the lock clicking as he shut the door. She didn't notice how uncomfortable the wooden cot was in the bare room. She was nothing again. A no one. A thing.
…
Kira wasn't sure how much time had passed. She had fallen asleep after being in a trance-like state for a few hours. She had awoken when the lock clicked open. Deidara walked in, carrying a bowl of soup in one hand and a shirt in the other. He tossed the shirt to her, "I thought you might be more comfortable if you changed, yeah," he muttered in explanation. She mechanically picked up the shirt and began removing the tattered cloth of her old one. Deidara turned around quickly, giving her some semblance of privacy. When he was sure that she was done, he turned back and set the bowl on the end of the cot.
"I'll be back for the bowl later on, yeah," he said as he exited the cell again, locking it once more.
Kira ate on auto-pilot, not even tasting the soup. As promised, Deidara returned about half an hour later to gather the dish.
And so a routine was set. Deidara would come to bring food, she would eat, he would return for the dishes. Every so often, he would try to make conversation. "Do you need a blanket?" "Was the food ok?" "Has anyone come in to try anything with you?" To each question she would respond with a silent nod or shake of her head.
For two weeks, the routine was unwavered and Kira had grown use to the strange man. He hadn't hurt her since the incident on his clay bird that first day. He didn't even try to force her to talk. Sometimes he would just come in and talk a little about his art and his old partners in Akatsuki. She would never respond, which he didn't seem to mind. He would just continue on as if she was the greatest company he could find. Of course, considering his other options, that may not have been far from the truth.
As the days went by, Kira began to feel human again. Though she didn't talk, the interactions with Deidara had reawakened what she had found in Konoha. A small light of acceptance, maybe even kindness.
When he walked into her cell the next day, she knew something was different. Konan was with him this time. She stood, knowing what was happening. It was time to tell the one story she never wanted to relive again.
She was led back to the room she had been tortured in and was made to sit in a chair. Konan sat in another across from her. The rest of the members, including the leader she had learned was named Pein, were against the back wall, somewhat far from her, though still close enough to hear anything that was said.
"You know what is expected, correct?" Konan asked.
Kira nodded slightly and spoke for the first time since she had been brought to the base, "What about me do you wish to know?"
"Everything."
There's chapter ten! Hope you liked it :D Her past revealed in the next chapter!
Tsukuyomi: A genjutsu that traps opponents' minds in an illusory world, torturing them for what feels like days in a matter of seconds.
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