When I woke up, Hidan was carrying me, and we were most certainly not where we had been before. My arms and legs were bound, but at least he hadn't thrown me over his back; seemingly, from all the shit he carried, he had enough weight there, anyway.
"So, ah," I said. "What's it going to take for you to let me go? If you do, I won't kill you when I kill the others."
Hidan chuckled.
"Save it," Kakuzu said. "You've got nothing to give us, certainly not that we wouldn't get with you in our custody, regardless."
"Okay," I said. "So you're gonna get the most painful deaths. Gotcha."
"Oh, please," Hidan said. "If you manage to kill me, make it hurt."
"You're a fucking creep."
"Shut up." Kakuzu demanded.
'You should listen', Hidan mouthed. I flipped him off, and he winked.
We arrived at some hole in the ground- literally. They took me through tunnels to what seemed to be a corridor, lined with rooms. They stopped by one, and Hidan set me on the bed to drop all the shit he lugged.
"Fuck, that was heavy," Hidan grunted. "You're gonna have to play with me tonight, Kakuzu, or I'm gonna get real bratty soon."
"What's new?" Kakuzu asked, sounding annoyed. Hidan cut my legs free, leading me forward by the arm.
"How's your ass feel, slut?"
"Like it's holding a grudge."
"Certainly enough room in there, now." Hidan slapped it and I snarled.
They led me to the farthest room, the one at the end. Seven men and one woman were in there, waiting, sitting at a table.
"Right on time," Kisame drawled out. "You've gotten a handle on Hidan, finally."
"What the fuck do you freaks want from me? I literally haven't even killed any of you-" I glared at Kisame and Itachi. "And I could have."
"Shut up." Kakuzu shoved me and I fell forward, barely able to catch myself before my face struck the table.
"I'm going to play with your insides," I snarled.
"She was a virgin," Hidan grinned out. "Still is- in the main hole, anyway. We ran into some trouble, though, and we had to, heh, put her in her place."
"Hmph," Kisame snorted. "Shoulda lost your virginity right when you had the chance."
"I will skin you alive," I hissed. "Make a nice purse. Real centerpiece of the look."
"Shut her up," said a man at the head of the table. Kakuzu pressed his foot into my head, grinding my face into the table. Hidan's face popped up in front of mine, grinning.
"You heard the boss, slut. Keep your mouth shut or I'll give you something to keep it occupied."
Kakuzu removed his foot, then sat in one of two open seats. Hidan took the final, then pulled me into lap, holding me tightly.
"You know the deal," said the ginger 'boss'. "If she gets away, it's on your heads."
"Right," Kisame said. "We got it."
With that, he walked off, and the woman followed him, giving me a glance before she did.
"A bunch of men- I get that, they're pigs. You gonna let a fellow kunoichi go through this?"
She paused, then looked over at me. Her eyes weren't cruel; it surprised me. "It's out of my hands." Then, she walked off.
Some creep in a mask, and a freak with a plant for a head, also walked out. Another ginger sighed, looking like he was debating leaving or staying.
Kisame stood then, grabbing me by the collar and dragging me over the table. He looked down at me. "You got a choice- public or private."
"Eat shit, sharkface," I snapped.
"Oh, that's not nice," Kisame said, yanking me back by my hair. "We make this public, others might wanna play. I'm only gonna offer one more time, just out of respect- I've never seen anyone who can beat Itachi. That's a little impressive, I've gotta say."
"Respect," I spat back. "How about you let me go, and I don't fucking skin you. Maybe then I'll believe you're showing some respect."
Kisame let out a chuckle. "You think that's gonna work?"
"Might as well try," I said. "I do try not to kill when I can avoid it. Leaves a sour taste in my mouth, you know? But if you don't let me go, well, I guess it can't be avoided."
"Heh," is all Kisame had to say, grabbing me. I kicked him hard in the face, shooting across the table from the force; I jumped onto my feet, keen to kick the door open when Kakuzu's tendrils grabbed me again.
"These fucking things," I snarled. I channeled my chakra, managing to wrangle out of them; Hidan was on me then. I slammed my forehead into his nose, breaking it.
"Is that as hard as you can do it, babe?" He snarled, voice garbled. He wrestled me to the ground, pinning me.
Kakuzu slammed his foot onto my head, breaking my nose against the floor. I roared. "You fucked up my whore's face," he snarled.
"You're fucking up my whore's face," Kisame snarled, making his way over. Kakuzu let up, and Kisame grabbed my hair, wrenching my head upwards.
I spat in his face and he punched me; pain seared through my face, but as a ninja, I was used to it. I kicked Hidan as hard as I could in the dick- I'd been channeling my chakra to it all along- and he flew back, roaring in pain. I broke my arms free and dodged just as Kakuzu went to step on me again, throwing the door open with my shoulder.
I dodged the tendrils this time. I'd made it halfway down the corridor when Itachi appeared in front of me.
He tried to use his mangekyo, but I was still too strong to fall victim to his- or anyone's- genjutsu. I took a step back, eyeing him wearily.
I'd barely beaten him at full strength.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I didn't know what to do.
"Hey," Hidan called. I looked over my shoulder; Kisame was reclined against the wall, unbothered. Kakuzu had his arms folded in the doorway. Hidan peeked from over his shoulder. "You should probably just, you know, stop. Fucking dumbass."
"You lay a finger on Itachi," Kisame said. "You'll lose your virginity to a kunai."
I panted, standing there. I broke my arms free. "Just leave me the fuck alone," I said, blood pouring down my nose. I pinched it and groaned, shuddering. "That fucking hurt,"
"You started it," Kakuzu said.
"Hidan's into it. Not like it matters."
"Heh," Hidan let out. "You fucked up my nuts. Good thing I'm resilient, or my sex life would be done for."
"Just let me go."
"That's not happening, Uchiha," Kisame said.
"Why not?" I demanded, looking over at him. "I didn't do anything. Deidara attacked me first. You attacked my team- killed my squadmates. What the fuck do you want from me?"
"You're asking the wrong person if you want a justified reason for my grudge," Kisame said. "And that's just the cold, hard truth."
I spat on the floor, still pinching my nose. "I didn't do anything wrong."
"No, you didn't," Kisame said. "For the record, when I told him you'd actually beat Itachi, the boss wanted you dead. I convinced him we could keep you just fine. If you manage to get away, we'll all come for you- you might be able to beat us one-on-one, but we don't play fair."
I looked over at him, thinking. What's the best-case scenario?
Killing them all, one by one. Best way to do that is to be here- to get at them when they're vulnerable… I.e., actively fucking me. If that failed, well then, hell, I'd at least get one of them before I went.
They wouldn't stop. They'd bring the fight to me- to the Leaf village- if I got away. Countless people might die, especially if they failed on their first try, and repeated it, over and over and over…
Fuck. Fuck.
"You don't want me to fight Itachi, do you? That's why you all stopped."
"Yep," Kisame said.
"You want to fuck me? Fine. But we're doing it my way, or I'll make sure I fuck up Itachi as bad as I can. I'll laugh in your fucking face, kunai or not."
Kisame chuckled. "I believe you," he said. "Fine. There," he pointed towards a door. "That's my room. If you want it private."
I looked over at Itachi, then leaned in close. "I can't wait for the day Sasuke fucking guts you," I snarled.
"I'm afraid you'll have to wait a long, long time," he said. I turned and walked towards the door Kisame had pointed at, rolling my shoulders.