IIzuna faces her sister, Orochimaru, her Iwa friend ( guess who ) and her past.
Sasuke gets a late night visitor.
Notes:
This is a darker chapter: character death, captivity, body horror, miscarriage, etc.
Chapter Text
Kabuto smirked at his new favorite hostage, no pity within him.
She looked very much like the wounded animal she was.
Her clothes were ripped, especially near the bustline, exposing too much of her chest.
Dirt and dampness turned her shining hair into unkempt and tangled strings that hung over her face.
A blood soaked cloth covered her eyes, indentations were there should be none.
She was kneeling, chained with chakra restraints fastened into the floor at her feet.
Her wrists were extended along the wall behind her and chained as well.
Her skin was sheened with sweat, likely from the effort of straining against her bonds.
"Her eyes?", Izuna asked in nearly a whisper, shocked at the display.
"Ripped from me," Izumi said lowly, venom dripping in her voice,"just like they want to do to my child."
"Surgically removed.",the medic corrected.
Izuna curled her fist and dug her nails in to keep her face straight, a rage swirling in her gut.
Surely Izumi knew better than to try inciting pity for her pregnancy after what she'd done.
Was there even a drop of remorse in the woman before her?
"I will never see my husband again, never hold our child. You took them, sister."
Izumi chuckled weakly, dropping her head,"I was never enough for you. You're just like mother."
Struck silent and still at this, the elder sister just stared at Izumi as she continued,"I am not enough for
anyone.I bet you already have someone to spread your legs for now to give you another child while you
steal the only family I might have had that could love me."
"Your husband is here.", Izuna replied.
"She's unmarried.", Kabuto quipped, eyeing Izumi with disdain."The man here is the child's uncle, her former fiance .
The father brought her to us, wanting rid of her once she gave birth."
"I will kill this child myself before Sasuke lays one hand on it!", Izumi hissed.
"You'll sit tight and be good whether you want to or not.", the medic told her.
The last shred of hope Izuna had held onto for her sister wanted to break as she stared on in horror.
Itachi had clearly been watching someone else. No one would be blushing like that after witnessing something
like this . It must be true. Izumi had been busy trying to hurt yet another family.
Nothing had changed.
Izuna was feeling rather ill.
"What help did you need Kabuto-san?", she asked, wanting to get away from all of this for now.
He nodded,"Orochimaru-sama asked me to show you how she's being treated and explain why, ask what you'd
like him to do. He retains her eyes for the child you pledged to bear, and she's been attempting to destroy her
baby ever since she woke up. She's been fully restrained and can't do it any harm now.
He promised the brothers to release the infant to them upon birth, but if you ask to keep the child yourself, he
will give it to you instead." He shrugged,"Or if you wish her dead, I can kill her now."
Izumi smirked. Death was better than this. She hoped to push the issue,"So you have become a whore, dear sister.
Don't tell me you want an old man pushing himself between your legs, or have you deluded yourself enough
to believe you do? A shame he's nothing like Saitku. I certainly wanted him."
"Shut up!", Izuna shouted."He wouldn't have you!"
"Only because he feared punishment.", Izumi stated, voice even now that her sister's wasn't.
"Because he knew you were trying to destroy us.", Izuna replied, voice trembling.
She turned and walked away quickly, unable to hear anymore.
Kabuto watched her go, then turned back to Izumi."So, you tried to bed her husband?"
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Izuna laid on her bed and wept, unable to even think about eating without feeling the bile rise up.
She brought her pillow to her face to muffle her cries.
Something crawled on her hand and she quickly jerked it away. A spider, white as clay.
She reached her hand out to it, let it crawl on and settle in her palm.
"I have to stay and give myself to him.", she told it.
The spider frowned and sagged a bit.
"It seems Izumi can't be saved, but she's pregnant and there are innocent people here. The heir of my clan
came here with my sister. I need to talk to him."
The spider looked at her sadly, nuzzled her palm.
It made her smile through her tears."I miss you too."
The little creature perked up at this and danced, making her giggle like he always managed to do.
Like when they were children and he was one of her few spots of joy. Before..
Her smile faded soon enough.
"I have to get ready now Dei-kun. I didn't show for dinner and someone will be coming to fetch me."
The spider looked at her a moment longer, then skittered away and out of the barred window of her room.
Izuna went to her closet, trying not to think about why she was finding something pretty to wear.
She wondered for the thousandth time why her sister had been so jealous of her.
Izumi was exotically beautiful with curves even at a young age. Izuna herself was slender with very modest
curves and long legs, more muscle than soft skin from the long days with nothing to do here but train,
not a typical beauty. Her twin braids brushed her small waist, black as night.
Her lips were the only thing full and soft about her, she supposed.
Other than holding her to her promise, she wasn't sure Orochimaru was very interested in her physically anyway.
The red headed healer had said he preferred very curvy women, like an old teammate he fancied.
She had heard his cool and calm demeanor would fall away in the bedroom, and she was frightened to see
that side of him. The last time she was intimate with a man it was on the outskirts of Konoha, in a grass clearing
with Saitku. What started with him coaxing her onto his lap while he kissed her adoringly ended with his arms
locked around her so tightly she couldn't get free, Izumi's kunai buried strategically in his spine.
Her own screaming brought spectators, one of them being hit with a power of hers she never knew she had as
her eyes locked in helpless panic on the poor young girl unfortunate enough to be in her line of vision: Amaterasu.
Izumi had volunteered her as the replacement member of Orochimaru's scout team.
The stress and injuries forced the loss of Izuna's child.
For the last ten years the Sannin had cared for her, so to speak, but he wasn't a kind man.
The less she thought about that the better. He was coming, nearly here.
Time had run out for avoiding it.
She finished putting herself together and looked at herself in the mirror one last time.
Unbidden, Izumi's words rang in her mind.
"Only because he feared punishment."
Her lies hurt so much and cut so deep because they were half true.
She clenched her fists at the memory of the day she saw her husband drag her wet and quite naked sister
into the room by the arm, a towel wrapped around his trim waist and his hair dripping, shouting like she had
never heard him before and demanding she remove Izumi from his presence.
"She is a promised woman! She seeks my life!", his voice had thundered, then became seething and dangerous,
"Take her away... this instant…. before I seek hers."
She had seen it in his eyes. Yes, he was tempted and feared punishment, but that wasn't all.
Saitku had loved her, was furious with himself for feeling the temptation Izumi appeared to have forced on him,
and was doing the only thing he could think of to protect what they had together.
A long slender hand grasped her shoulder, breaking her away from her thoughts.
"You weren't at dinner Izuna-chan.", a silken voice said near her ear.
Her eyes refocused and she looked back up in the mirror to see Orochimaru just behind her.
Let's get this over with.
"I'm ready.", she said, failing to shove her emotions away to some far, dark corner.
He hummed an acknowledgement of her words, noticing her trembling lips as he circled her.
"I know this is not a perfect arrangement for you Izuna-chan. I have been more of a parent to you than a friend or a lover."
She nodded, but said nothing in return, unsure where he was going with this.
"Therefore, when we are being intimate, I will give you a concession."
He placed two slender fingers under her chin, moving her eyes to his amused yellow ones, waiting for her response.
"Which is?", she inquired, wanting to roll her eyes at his dramatics and his blatant attempt at manipulating her
further, as if he didn't hold most of the cards already.
"Would you prefer to see me, or someone else? Your late husband perhaps?"
Bastard , she thought. She would never sully the memory of her husband that way, and he knew it.
Just the thought of the Snake Sannin screwing her in the form of the only man she'd ever loved made her
want to scream.
"Not him.", she replied.
"Ah," he smiled widely,"You do want me then?"
So she had to admit something like that, untrue and distasteful, or admit to someone else she was attracted to?
A face came to mind.
"That Uchiha boy, the one who was here only a day."
Orochimaru chuckled,"As you wish."
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Sasuke's mind wouldn't shut off. He stared at the ceiling for hours, wishing he'd have just sacrificed his pride
enough to ask Sakura to show him the sleep jutsu she used on missions.
Naruto could sleep through anything and never seemed to need it. He doubted the Copy nin would ever use a jutsu
like that. Kakashi slept lightly every moment he could, awoke at the slightest noise if he wasn't wearing earplugs.
His stubborn female teammate had wanted him to ask, never allowing him to see how she did it.
He wondered if Sakura ever showed Itachi. His brother wouldn't have hesitated to request it.
Maybe, if she didn't murder him this week, he would ask her. It seemed there would be plenty of sleepless
nights in his future.
Sasuke groaned in frustration. It was clear enough at this point he was the bane of Sakura's existence when
he wanted to be anything itched to run around repairing the damage he'd done if he could, but she'd
only asked him one thing: to fucking sit here and do nothing.
A rustling sound in the hall caught his attention.
Shisui's chakra flared just outside his bedroom door, at one in the morning.
Sasuke tensed, sitting up in his bed. The door flew open, Shisui slamming into him and knocking his head
on the headboard faster than he could blink. Sasuke gritted his teeth and pushed his older cousin away, leaping
off the bed to stand.
"What?", he hissed lowly, not wanting his parents in here and alarmed.
Shisui's narrowed eyes glowed hot,"If Itachi dies for this, I'll hunt you myself."
Sasuke nodded, agreeing. Humility seemed his only friend today.
"You won't touch Sakura until he comes back and you won't humiliate us or her by screwing around if you
take his place. Got it?"
Humility was getting old quickly, and bowing down to Shisui was something he could only bring himself to do once.
Sasuke glared at him, letting the air crackle with electricity around him in warning.
"I know what's expected of me."
Shisui huffed, folding his arms over his broad chest and looking fully unintimidated.
"You will.", he snarked, vanishing from the room with a poof.
Sasuke grabbed his cloak and left. He could find a tree to sleep under. It was safer than simply sitting here
waiting to be attacked again and stare at the walls for sleep that never came.
