The first half of the chapter was an attempt as a torture scene (?) but it wasn't done very well. Even so, be warned that it is still a torture scene. So. Yeah.

Also, thank you so much for your reviews RainbowStarMountain and ta.shrivastava!

Thank you for pointing out my mistakes, Shrivastava. Now I know what to watch for.

Also, Rainbow, thank you so much for taking the time to write out that long review. Honestly, it made my day. I was smiling like an idiot while reading it. I took your suggestion of a torture scene, so I hope you enjoy it!

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Sasuke sat tied to a chair in the questioning chamber of the leaf. He had his head lowered, hands clenched into fists. Only a week ago, he sat in Suna's chair for interrogation, prideful and snarky. Now, having been through interrogation once already, he knew it was a lot harder than you'd think at first. Unlike last time, however, he was blindfolded.

Well, they did know he was an Uchiha now, after all. He quickly decided that he hated being blindfolded. It was one thing for a normal person to be blindfolded, but for an Uchiha, it was ten times worse. After all, they were normally gifted with amazing vision even without their Sharingan.

He heard some footsteps coming from down the halls and paused. He clenched his eyes together, preparing himself. They said that the word had already spread. He just had to endure the next few hours. His family would come for him. They had to.

"So, this is the boy then. You sure he's Fugaku's son? He's shaking like a leaf." the voice that entered the room was deep, disappointed almost. It definitely wasn't Danzo. "I never did particularly like Fugaku, though. Always so bossy. Ah, well. A criminal is a criminal, I suppose. Famous father or not." the man spoke close to Sasuke's ear like he was hovering over him. He could feel how much larger the older man was, even without his vision.

Sasuke lightly bit the inside of his lip as he felt the man back away, but a snapping noise sound only a few seconds later from across the room. He felt fear well up inside him, not knowing what it was nor the direction the attack would be coming from. For now, all he could do was bite his lip as holding out until his allies came.

"We should be able to check his mind now. It might not even take any interrogation. He looks like his walls are pretty easy to break anyway. The effects of Suna's interrogation are probably still waying on his mind so we could finish this fast." the voice didn't sound familiar, either. It was coming from the doorway.

"The Uchiha would lead you to believe that. They are manipulative that way. We should break down a few barriers first so you need not wast too much chakra."

There the bastard was. Danzo. He was only a few feet away from Sasuke, he could tell.

The voice that had been hovering over him spoke easily. "I agree with Danzo. The fact that he's showing so much fear." Sasuke felt something snap against his side on the chair, the boy letting out a strangled gasp. He had been so invested in the conversation that he hadn't even thought about the snap from earlier. "Shows that he isn't broken yet. It's far to difficult to get information to someone who hasn't given in completely yet."

There was a deep ache on the side where he had been struck, but with what, he had no idea. It was something flat but thin. Small, but long. It left a burning sensation on his skin, which made him feel increasingly uncomfortable as only a few seconds passed before another strike landed on his opposite hip. He let out an undignified squeak, more so because he had no way to brace himself when the pain was able to come from any direction at any time.

He felt a few more land on his back and along his stomach in rapid-fire, the boy hissing in pain and trying his best to tug the bindings. The more he tugged, however, the worse off his already rope burned skin became. He could hear a light chuckle coming from Danzo, "Perhaps a tank top and shorts weren't the best choices for today, boy?"

Sasuke sent a glare in his direction, even though he knew the other couldn't see it. He startled when he felt a pair of large hands smooth over one of the strikes between his shoulder blades. The hands were large and warm, soothing over the dull ache. Sasuke had trouble deciding if he liked it or not. On one hand, it was preferred over the strikes, but on the other, it felt wrong to indulge in the soothing. Was it over? He doubted it, but his mind pleaded for it to be.

Slowly, he felt the heat increasing to an uncomfortable level. He pulled forward, away from the hand as best he could as he realized what the warm hand had transformed into. Was that fire-!?

The teen hissed, finally breaking from his mere grunts and grimaces as he felt it not spreading, but remaining in the single area. "Stop it-! Stop!" finally crying out in pain as he felt it only getting closer. Tears were threatening to fall from his eyes now, the burning increasing more and more each second. "Stop!" he cried out, momentarily startled but relieved when he felt it go away. He shook and trembled, clenching his fist. He had listened-- why?

He felt a hand smoothing over his hair, and pulled back in distrust. "You want me to stop? Then how about you tell us some information about your organization. If you can do that, this'll all stop. No more burning, no more strikes. We'll kill you quickly if you tell us." the flame being hovered close enough to his wrist that he knew it was still there, but not near enough to burn.

Sasuke felt his chest rise in pain and sadness. He couldn't risk the entire village, but he didn't want to feel any more pain. He bitterly shook his head back and forth, earning him a 'tsk' from the other man. The flame returned to his body, this time at his ankles. Sasuke hissed, crying out as they fire burned against his ankles. Without meaning to, he cried, "Dad!" the pain not stopping this time, only flipping over to his other ankle. He could feel himself falling into panic mode, his already injured boy on high alert. He hicked up in an almost automatic way, his shoulder heaving as he did so, "Dad...dad...dad..."

His pride had fallen, he knew it had, but he didn't really care at the moment. All he knew was that he wanted his dad. He wanted Nagato. Where was he? He was coming for him, right?

"That's enough." came a stern voice from across the room. It was the one who had suggested that they try checking his mind without interrogating him first. Who it was specifically, Sasuke had no idea. He heard him nearing, however, and did his best to restrain the ugly sobs escaping his lips. "We should probe his mind now. He looks pretty open to me."

The one hilding the flame to his ankles backed it up, grunting, "You're going soft. Just because you have a daughter doesn't mean you have to take pity every time someone starts crying for their parents. Do your damn job."

"I'm not going soft, nor is that the reason why. I'd say to stop whether I had a child or not. Teenager's brains aren't as developed, so they're normally easy to break. There's no need for extreme pain." the man resting a hand on Sasuke's head. Quickly, the pain enhanced ten-fold. It was like the was strangling his brain itself.

Sasuke's eyes widened. It was just like Sensei had said-- other villages really did have ninja with the ability to pull information straight from your mind. Sasuke's head snapped upwards as he heard the man speak, "So far I'm seeing a man. The early thirties, blond hair, blue eyes. It seems to be his sensei. I'll draw you out an exact image later." he spoke quietly.

The teen clenched his eyes. So whatever he thought of, the other would see. He tried to focus on something else-- ah, think of something useless to them. Of course-- father. Alright, he thought. Fugaku. Fugaku. He tried his best to think of his birth father. Hair? Brown. Lips? Frown. Outfit? Blue robes-

A deep sigh was followed by the hand being removed from his head. "He's switched his thoughts to focus on useless information. His walls are surprisingly high for someone his age. Proceed, then."

Sasuke's brief prideful smile quickly fell as he felt a hand clench his jaw. He did his best to back away but only succeeded in getting a harsh smack to the side of his face. "Hold, still you little shit." the man pried his lips apart. "I think we need to get rid of an unnecessary part here. We don't need your tongue when we have my partner here to get information, do we?"

His momentary confusion fell into a cold panic as he felt the man take hold of his tongue with two large fingers. Realizing their plan, the teen lost it. His previous sobs and hisses turned into a full-on meltdown, Sasuke now pulling away and barely getting the words out with his tongue constricted. "No, no, no, no!" he yelled, pulling against his bindings.

There was a sharp pain in his tongue before he lost all sort of feeling in his mouth. He felt some sort of liquid falling down his chin. It was only then that he completely lost it.

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Neji split off from the others about ten minutes before they would enter the leaf village. They all went their separate ways, knowing it would be best to go in at different angles. It was most likely they would try to take Sasuke hostage to protect their village, so if they were in multiple groups they could catch them off guard.

He knew that Kisame was working to hold leaf villagers hostage, Deidara was using his art to destroy the Hokage monument (Drawing the attention of the ninja), Hidan and Kakuzu were fighting from the sides, while Pain and Konan attacked from the front. Hinata was with Kisame, the girl looking with her byakugan and Kisame going for physical back up. Naruto and Gaara were coming from behind the village, while Karin hid in a specific tree to heal anyone who came back injured.

He was in charge of looking for Sasuke as well. He could hear distant cries of enemy ninja, attacks coming at him from many sides as he easily dodged and ran. His job was to seek, not fight. His byakugan scanned the area, quickly finding the Uchiha chakra.

Neji ran towards the seemingly small interrogation room-- his brother-- and rival-- was in there.