HEYA!!!!!!^^ THANKIES FOR REVIEWS AND HERE YOU GET A CHAPTER^^ HOPE YOU ENJOY AND THANKS FOR R&R ALL THIS TIME AND I'D BE HAPPY IF YOU'ALL CONTINUED LIKE THAT^^
CHAPTER THIRTY SIX
- The capture and futile means of interrogation -
I woke up, feeling drowsy and groggy from my uncomfortable sleep. My back was in such pain and my neck as well; I wanted to stretch myself but became instantly aware of my wrists being bound by a plastic cord. I tried to pull my hands out of it, but it was in vain. I rocked back and forth on the uncomfortable plastic chair I sat on, but as a result I crashed to the floor, smacking my shoulder and head against the solid floor.
Now I took in the room. It was plain, squared, crammed and ugly, which had one table and three chairs altogether. One beside the door, the one I sat on and the other across the table. I couldn't move a muscle, even my legs were bound to the legs of the chair. I tried using my electricity ability, however was shockingly aware that something was absorbing my chakara.
"It's no use." The door creaked open revealing a tall, cloaked and menacing looking shinobi.
He wore his head gear like a scarf tied around his head, covering his scalp and two long scars stretched diagonally down his face, looking like he was scratched by a bear. Oh no, not him, anything but him! I groaned to myself. Not Morino Ibiki! He noticed me on the floor and walked over to me, his piercing cold eyes scanning me analytically.
"The plastic cords are chakara absorbent, so any attacks you are planning to do will be futile."
Without difficult he set my chair back in place. He walked over to the chair across the table and sat down. A folder was on the table and he skimmed through it, then he stopped still on one paper reading it carefully.
"So you are Hanshin Sara, 18 years old and origins unknown." He read without looking at me and continued reciting:
"Shows incredible knowledge about Konoha and familiarity with shinobi lifestyle, fighting, weapons, locations, citizens and details from criminals from the Bingo book, even though not raised or born in Konoha or any shinobi related country." He finished and leaned back against his chair and observed me intently.
I lowered my gaze and focused on a scratch on the floor. He won't get any information out of me, although I know he's a professional interrogator. He released a breath and took off his coat so that this typical grey and dull looking examiner clothes were exposed.
"I'm Morino Ibiki, your interrogator and for today we'll take it easy. So, can I get you something to eat or drink?"
I didn't give an answer and kept my gaze fixed to the scratch on the floor. There was a brief pause.
"I believe that is a no." he assumed and the rustling of papers filled the silence of this cluster phobic room.
"I think we should start at the beginning, tell me something about yourself."
Which means in other words, "tell me about your origins" and "tell me of your oh-my-god-so-dangerous abilities" and "your knowledge of the Naruto World". Who do they think they are? I'm not that stupid to know what's going on, watching movies of crimes cases and all that does give you a deep insight of what methods the interrogators use. I scoffed.
"Step one get acquainted with the captive by either proposing beverages or food or winning their favours or spurring some interests, step two continue until you feel the captive feels at ease with you, step three ask personal questions, step four begin with disguised questions, step five appear strict and threatening so that the captive knows who's boss and finally step six begin with the interrogation."
"Well, Kakashi's description of your intelligence is correct, it's impossible to hide anything from you."
The name "Kakashi" rung in my ears and caused such revulsion in my stomach that I raised my head and gave him a firm face.
"I'm only going to tell you this once and you can report that to Tsunade. You are wasting precious time with me and not to mention interrogating the wrong person that has absolutely no connection whatsoever to Orochimaru and Akatsuki! If you don't believe me than question yourself why, if I had been part of any of them, why haven't I attacked Konoha or killed at least Kakashi? Hey and not to forget I did come back to Konoha, even if I knew I was going to be sentenced to jail for taking flight and living in a pirate gang, still, I came back! Do you think a servant from Orochimaru or a buddy from Akatsuki would be retarded enough to go back to Konoha?! And if you believe that I stole some valuable or top secret scrolls or whatsoever, turn Kakashi's flat upside down and go through my stuff I've got nothing to hide!" I declared with a strict voice and continued.
"That asshole that filled out this report is a liar and has no proof whatsoever to make me guilty! Fine, if you wanna now about my abilities, I'll tell you straight! I-don't-know-how-I-got-them! I don't know where the hell I got the demon from! All I can say is that my demon has become tremendously weak from my mission of destroying the scroll, weak that even a freaking baby could manipulate it! Yes, I admit that the demon was the source of my abnormal abilities, which I don't understand why you consider this as a threat even when your village has many freaks with similar issues!"
"Even if I may come from a far distant world, we respect individual rights and don't oppress them simply because they are from another nationality, country or race! We don't make such a theatre with exaggerating persecution and senseless interrogations! I am not a criminal damn it, I am innocent, I have an alibi! Is it so difficult for you shinobis to understand this or is it just a habit of shinobi nations to incarcerate and than question later!"
I panted from my outburst; I was so frustrated by everything. This interrogation was the biggest bullshit ever, it was meaningless and the worst part was I felt helpless and believed that all of my talking was ignored and disregarded. The tears began to prickle in my eyes and I lowered my face. The pain was too much and the tears sprung out of my eyes, I was desperate and frustrated.
"Words have no meaning here, what only matters are what you witnessed with your eyes. Reasons have no meaning…I wouldn't hurt or destroy a place or a person that I cherish…"
Then I broke out in sobs, while uttering with a clogged and trembling voice.
"I'm too weak to be a shinobi I'm haunted by the Fuhei people I've massacred, every time when I go to sleep or close my eyes I feel them looming over me prepared to kill me, I can hear them cursing, I can see their anguished and blood stained faces screaming and shrieking! Please, just let me go! I wanna go home, back to family and my normal life, why can't you understand this?"
I couldn't speak any further my sobs became so heavy, it was like all the feelings that were piling up, poured out like a storming rainy day. I was so absorbed by my grief that I lost track of my surroundings and anything. Only when I heard the door close in a creak, I knew I was left alone with my sorrow.
I don't know how long I sat there crying by myself or dozing on the chair, but I couldn't shake off this feeling of being watched. Whispers haunted me like a pack of taunting ghosts. I never felt so depressed and alone in my whole life. How pathetic I was to believe that I could be accepted in Konoha! No matter where I run off to, everybody will treat me as the pest. I can understand now how much Naruto endured, at least I was fortunate enough to have a family that cared about me…But is that really the case? What if they forgotten me? In the end I had no clue how long I was gone from the real world, was it only seconds, minutes or worse days, weeks or months? The very thought of it gave me a chill, it might be that even now they may be looking for me, maybe I'll be on the list of kidnapped victims!!
I was growing anxious as the seconds passed and ultimately I began to move my legs and wrists hopeful that it would loosen up. And unbelievably it did work! I recalled Ibiki saying that it absorbed chakara but not human strength. I never had been physically strong, however landing into the Naruto world my physical strength quadrupled! Yes, my wrists were free now followed by my legs, I undid the cord and finally I was off of the chair. My body ached from sitting so uncomfortably and was weakened by the lack of food and water. I turned back to my chair and summoned a shadow clone; I made it sit and bound those cords around its ankles and wrists. I gave the clone some clear instructions that under no circumstance should it react or speak; it should pretend to be traumatized and depressed. I transformed into the first person that came to my mind and opened the door and stepped out. Just beside the door sat a shinobi on a stool dozing off, I closed the door and he woke up abruptly, leaping from his stool and looking alarmed as he noticed me.
"Ah! Iruka? What are you doing here? I thought only Jounin's and Hokage Sama could see the captive?"
I looked at the guy, praying that I could act Iruka well.
"Hokage sama permitted me to interrogate the captive, since she knows I have close relations to her."
"Really? I thought Kakashi sempai was closer to her?"
"Well technically he is, but you know after getting tricked by Kakashi sempai it was a heavy blow on her and she doesn't talk to anybody anymore."
The shinobi was easily to deceive than I thought; I could feel he was already convinced.
"Did you get any thing out of her?" he asked with anticipation and I sighed while hopelessly shaking my head.
"She literally stopped talking or even reacting, have a look." I directed the guy and opened the door, revealing my clone sitting on the chair with its head lowered and resting immobile.
"What a pitiful sight, isn't it?" I supposed and closed the door.
The shinobi went back to his stool.
"Did Hokage sama plan to do something, about the detainee?"
The shinobi shook his head.
"I didn't hear anything, I'm only aware that tomorrow they'll judge whether or not the girl will go to prison."
It made me twitch, gosh those people were nuts! If they put me in jail only because I was special than I might as well run away now!
"Just out of curiosity, since I'm fresh to this entire thing, how long has she been held here?"
The shinobi gave a thought and scratched his unshaven chin.
"It's been I believe, 48 hours, yes 48 hours."
My God! No wonder I was dehydrated and famished! Those idiots kept me without feeding me! Will it be useful for them that I die of hunger or what?!
"Thanks again, I'll leave now, have to write a report to Hokage Sama, see you another time." I said while walking off with my hand raised to say bye bye.
The shinobi bade me good night and nothing more. Quietly, alarmingly and discretely I made my way through the dimly, dull and prolonging corridor. The moonlight shone through the windows, giving a creepy and threatening atmosphere. I felt like at each moment something would leap out of the shadow and attack me. The crimson carpet and the plain wall lost its vitality and beauty in the dark, giving off the impression of a ruined corridor. With pounding hearts beats and goose bumps creeping over my skin, I anxiously searched for the exit, but didn't see one. Finally a great deal of moonlight spilled over the carpet up ahead indicating a door way, freedom was up ahead!
However my hopes were extinguished, when a damn familiar voice behind me called for Iruka. A shrill went down my spine; I recognized that voice even if I would be blind!
"Yo Iruka." Called that person casually.
With a rigid body I turned my head and replied mechanically.
"Yes, what is it, Kakashi?"
The figure approached in calm strides with his hands in his pockets, his silver hair glinting in the moonlight his gaze fixed on me with his figure appearing in the gleam of the moonlight and disappearing in the shadow of the corridor the next. It was great misfortune to meet that guy, why the heck was I cursed with all misfortunes around this guy? He merely attracted bad luck! No matter how much I hate this guy, I need to use all my intelligence to get out of this and even resort to violence if it goes wrong. The problem was I got a new habit now, not to look in anybody's eyes or especially away from his eyes. On one hand I was terribly afraid and on the other extremely angry, how am I supposed to act like "Iruka" in front of that guy? What am I going to do?!
SARA!!! Get a grip of yourself, if you behave nervous and stiff around him, he'll suspect something! Just keep cool! Kakashi stood across of me.
"Iruka, what are you doing up so late, aren't you supposed to teach tomorrow?"
"Of course, but I had some business to take care of."
-Really? By having a little chat with the detainee?" he inquired promptly, giving me no chance to actually digress from the subject.
"Yes, well I did and what we discussed it none of your concern."
"In fact it is my concern, since I am responsible for the detainee." He said and stepped up to be under the full gleam of the moonlight.
If only I could get him off my hook, but how?
"Hokage Sama gave me the permission to keep this confidential; anyway by tomorrow afternoon I have to hand in the report, so if you excuse me I have to go home to do my work." I told him with impatience and ended my sentence by turning my back on him and slowly moving to the door way.
As I walked towards the door way I heard his chortle and just hoped he wasn't going to stop me, however I was terribly wrong.
Within seconds I was rammed against the wall, with his forearm pressed against my throat and his other hand pointing a sharp kunai menacingly at my face.
"Hey! hey! Kakashi? What's going on?!" I protested yet Kakashi kept a confident face and he chuckled.
"You repeat your mistakes and as usual you underestimate me."
"What are you talking about Kakashi? It's me Iruka!" I stressed him but he still kept his confidence.
Then he brushed the cold blade over my cheek so that I recoiled from its temperature and quivered. Kakashi's head hovered next to mine.
"I know it's you, Sara. I'm the only person in Konoha who knows your level of chakara and can predict your moves… It's no use to escape." He whispered calmly with indifference.
"So it was you, the guy who was guarding the door?" I realized and since Kakashi did not give a response, I assumed it was true.
"No wonder I had a strange feeling about the guy." I muttered and than Kakashi pulled back to look at me.
"If you want to avoid any pain I suggest that you freely give yourself in otherwise-
-Otherwise what?! You'll stab me, no, slice me into dices, no even better, blow me up to bits! I don't care what you are going to do to me, but I won't accept to be locked away, never! I swear I'll always break free no matter where you lock me up!"
Kakashi gave an amused chortle and shook his head.
"You never learn, do you? You know I was willing to shorten your sentence, because usually if you run away you're sentenced to jail."
I scoffed at his statement.
"You and willing to shorten my sentence? That's the best thing I heard so far! What do you suggest next? Oh, I can help you to break out of prison? Oh wait a moment! Actually I am already in jail!"
I shoved him away from me and I pointed my finger at him.
"Now you listen to me, punk! I've got some words for you! You are full of lies, your speeches, your behaviour everything is fake! You've got no reputation, no skill and it makes me laugh to hear that you are one of the top shinobis of Konoha, because you are not! You think it's funny to trample over people's feelings, you think it's funny to take advantage of them and throw them away, HUH?! And to believe I fell for your act, makes me sick! You are a man without feelings, a piece of trash that deserves to be ranking with Orochimaru and Akatsuki! I HATE YOU ABOVE ANYTHING I'VE HATED IN MY LIFE!" I declared with anger and panted at my outburst.
Kakashi observed me; throughout my speech he kept the same indifferent face.
"Finally it's out. I'm glad we understand each other better, but I don't care about what people think or say about me anyway, it doesn't move me the slightest. It's my job to deceive, but you were naïve from the start to trust me so blindly. What can I expect from a teenager anyway?"
His words made me grow angrier and angrier. I wanted to hurt him so much, made him pay for everything and I had already in mind what could hurt him. I lowered my head.
"Hasn't you selfishness, arrogance, pride and insensitivity caused deaths to many of your companions?" I began and raised my head to look at him sharply and then I pointed to his covered eye.
For the first time he showed some signs of reaction.
"Wasn't it Obito who gave you the Sharingan?"
Involuntarily he touched his covered eye and he showed the surprise in his face regarding my question.
"As a kid you were just like Sasuke, reserved, solitary, resentful and selfishly pitying yourself over your own loses and problems rather than creating bonds. Everything needed to go your way, no wonder you had a hard time with Obito. Because from your point of view he was a wuss for carrying the name of Uchiha, not to mention you on purposely picked the team of Sasuke because Naruto resembled Obito. Is it because you picked that team in order to redeem your sins? After all, it's you who let Obito get killed."
Kakashi's face became shocked when he heard about my knowledge about his past. I chuckled pathetically at him.
"Don't be shocked Kakashi, like you heard I am from another dimension and I know a great deal a lot about you. I am sure if you hadn't had any defaults than your friends would have been alive and you wouldn't have suffered so much, but anyway who cares about that anyway."
"I know that you killed Obito and I am sure that even Rin, never did forgive you. Simply because your dad was a legendary Sanin and that you own all that privilege, you believed you could boss people around? Only some spoiled and ignorant brat would do that! Your idiotic belief that missions are more important than friends, made you what you are now. A person without feelings, without friends and without purpose in life,"
"Do you think they would forgive you after the same way you treated them? It is because of your selfishness and arrogance that Obito is dead and Rin too-
The words died from my mouth, when I looked down to my stomach and finding the kunai which still was held by Kakashi plunged in my stomach. I couldn't see Kakashi's face because I was so shocked to find the kunai in my stomach and shocked that Kakashi actually stabbed me. Brusquely he slammed me against the wall, his hand clutching my throat. I saw his gaze and felt the instant surge of dread. His look was the scariest I have ever seen. It nearly resembled to a demon. His silver eye brows were arched down with intensity, his eyes were murderous and his expression was menacing and scared the hell out of me!
"You better not say another word! If you don't want me to burst your head!" he growled coldly and menacingly.
I instantly regretted that I ever talked about this, he still was hurt by this and pricking such delicate topic would always result to this. His grasp tightened around my neck, the blood was pulsing in my brain like I was about to burst. The oxygen was slipping out of my system. I was convinced that I was going to die and the tears sprung to my eyes, weakness overcame me and the blood trickled from my mouth. This time I wasn't going to avoid death.
However Kakashi's grip trembled and promptly he released me and I crashed to the ground. My sight was getting blurry and I was feeling nauseous. He pushed my body over with his foot so that I lay on my back, he removed the kunai from my stomach and threw it aside with such force that it clanged and clinked propelling loudly in the corridor. When I saw his blurred face hovering over me, my arms shot up and gesticulated wildly to hit him, but he successfully held them in his grip. His Sharingan eye was exposed and for the first time I saw the dots in his iris spin. I watched them spinning with enchantment and suddenly began to lose my strength. My energy was sucked out in an instant, letting the world fade and darken as the seconds passed by and ultimately I lost consciousness before realizing it.