Past Regrets Chapter 4: The Akuma Brothers, a naruto fanfic

Past Regrets

Chapter 3: The Akuma Brothers

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Tetsu woke up in a cold room and her body refused to move. She glanced around her and saw that she was on a small cot in the middle of a cage that was, she guessed, ten feet by seven feet. Her whole body was covered in gauze and bandages. Her thighs and back were especially sore, but the most noticeable pain was in her throat. She focused all of her chakra on her sore and ripped muscles, trying to shock them into movement.

Finding this successful, she sat up and looked around. Her body screamed for her to stop moving but she ignored it when her brain began to wake up. In the far corner of the cage was a bucket filled with water. The ceiling dripped and splashed into the pail every half a minute, according to Tetsu's observations.

She looked outside the cage and saw nothing but a torch on the wall and a flight of stairs that led upstairs. The torch cast a pale yellow-orange glow and made the shadows flicker and dance around her. The floor was damp and cold like the walls. Slid her feet to the side and attempted to stand, only to fall backward with her muscles screaming expletives at her.

'Where am I and why am I in a cage?' she said and looked around as the fire on the torch crackled. She heard footsteps from above her and she quickly threw the blankets over herself and closed her eyes. Shadows came from the steps as they formed into feet then a torso and head. She noticed it was the man that she fought earlier that night.

Only this man was different. His uniform was the same; his face was mostly covered and he had the same hitai-ate on his head. This man's hitai-ate, however, wasn't covering the top of his head, so she saw short, spiked blonde hair. He walked to the side of the cage and leaned on the bars, looking over Tetsu. He narrowed his eyes and saw that she was shaking slightly. He took a key from one of the pouches on his side and unlocked the door, walking in and kneeling beside her. He felt her cheek and looked at her with the slightest sign of concern.

"He really did a number on you, didn't he?" he whispered and removed his hand from her face. He looked her over and looked behind him to make sure no one was there. He pulled the covers back on her body and carefully began to unzip her top. Her eyes shot open and looked up at him, grabbing firmly onto his wrist. She twisted it and grabbed the collar of his shirt with her other hand, throwing him to the other side of the cage with all the strength she could muster. There was a loud crash as he hit the bucket, splashing water everywhere. He looked up and sputtered.

"Don't touch me," she spoke in a low and threatening voice. Ignoring the pain shooting everywhere throughout her body, she got up and limped out of the cage. He grabbed her ankle before she could leave and made her trip, falling hard to the concrete floor.

"I'll touch what I want," he muttered and pulled her back to him. She flailed around and kicked her legs in panic. She planted her feet firmly on his chest and tried to focus all of her chakra on her feet, but couldn't muster the energy and instead just pushed off. He lost his grip and was pushed aside. She made it outside of the cage and slammed it shut on the man.

She sat up and scooted backward and came to the wall. She leaned against it and stood up, the pain shooting everywhere throughout her body. She inched her way to the stairs and before she could get up one step, she was shot backward into the cage. The man locked up in the cage grabbed her and put her in a headlock.

"You can't leave here," he said gruffly as she gripped the arm around her neck. "That collar on your neck will activate every time you try to get upstairs. You won't be able to leave unless we take you upstairs or take the collar off." He huffed and held a kunai knife up with his other hand, poking her in the back.

"Let me out," he ordered. Tetsu crawled along the floor and obeyed, taking the discarded key and unlocking the pen. He got out and grabbed her by the collar around her neck. He lifted her up and held her against the cage roughly, the kunai knife at her throat.

"One false move and I'll slice you," he growled and ripped the mask from his face. Her eyes began to water as the man pressed his lips to hers, pushing her into the cage's bars roughly. She started to whimper when his tongue entered her mouth, pushing around and nearly choking her. She could do nothing but dangle there helplessly. Her chakra was exhausted, her muscles were refusing to work from fear and pain, and she had a knife to her neck.

'Someone please help me,' she prayed as the man pulled her to the floor and laid on top of her, continuing to caress her forcefully, moving his mouth lower and sucking on her neck.

"Masahiro, what are you doing?" a man's voice said from behind them. He looked up, showing a mixture of shock and shame on his face.

"She was asking for it," he answered and straddled her waist. She winced and looked up at the man standing on the stairs. It was the man that attacked her and brought her to this horrible place.

"She was asleep," he muttered. Tetsu noticed the difference in their uniforms at that moment. The man on top of her dubbed Masahiro had orange stripes as apposed to the man in the doorway's red stripes on the shoulders. "This and you know I'm to have her before you."

"Forgive me, Yasuo. It won't happen again," he murmured and faced Tetsu. She lolled her head to the side to avoid his aroused and frenzied gaze. "I'll be back for you later," he whispered in her ear and stood up. He put his mask back on before exiting the room.

"I apologize for the treatment you've had to endure Lady Tetsu," the man said with sarcastic sadness in his voice. He went over to her and knelt beside her, lifting her head. She closed her eyes tightly and sniveled, ready to be violated again. To her surprise, the man lifted her up and swung open the cage door, placing her gently inside. He covered her up and patted her forehead.

"He won't bug you for a while," he muttered. "My name is Yasuo and the brother you have yet to meet is Takeo." She didn't say anything, but continued gazing the opposite direction of him. "You are now a slave to the Akuma Brothers," he said in a rough voice. "Trust me, it's a great honor-"

"Take me back," she whispered, a small tear cascading from her cheek. "I want Hisoka. I don't want to be here." Yasuo looked away and sighed. He stood up and exited the cage, closing and locking the door behind him.

"Hisoka is dead," he murmured and walked up the stairs, out of sight. It took a few minutes to process what he said. Hisoka dead? Tears began to streak her face and she sobbed into her pillow, unable to stop herself. She tried to bring back his face, but couldn't without imagining the man she grew up with slain.

She remembered the last thing they talked about. If she weren't so selfish, he wouldn't have died. He would still be alive and they would be together. She couldn't fathom the fact that the only friend she had since as long as she can remember was gone. She might have even loved him. If only she hadn't been so foolhardy, if only she hadn't been so selfish, he would be here. His concerned face filled her mind and made her cry even more. She continued to cry until there was no water left in her eyes and she had fallen to sleep.

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Several weeks had passed since Tetsu arrived at the Akuma brothers' hide out. She had healed tremendously, but her chakra seemed to refuse to come back completely. She rose one morning and looked at the bucket in the corner. She crawled over to it and cupped her hands in it, sipping the tainted water quietly. She heard movement upstairs and sat back, awaiting someone to come down. When no one came, she continued using the water.

The past few weeks had been the most dreadful she'd ever been through. She was tormented daily by the screams and shrieks from upstairs. She overheard that the Akuma brothers owned a slave trade and knew that the upstairs was filled with people they auctioned off. No one did anything to her since Masahiro, and she began to believe nothing would. He went downstairs on occasion and sat on the steps, smoking a cigarette and leering at her.

Tetsu rubbed her eyes and yawned. She was allowed to have a few items from her pack including food, a brush, and the spare change of clothes. She reached down and grabbed the brush she used and started to brush her hair. She put it up in a bun and wrapped her hitai-ate completely around her head.

Looking over at the stairs she saw someone was coming down. She'd never seen this man before. He had the same apparel as the other brothers only his stripes were yellow. The hair on his head was black as night and dangled loosely to the tips of his shoulders.

"So you're Yasuo's slave, eh?" he asked and examined her from afar. She looked away and back to the water, splashing her face with it. The man came closer and put his hand through the cage bars, handing her a bag.

"Your food has probably run out by now. This is what I was sent to give you," he stated and watched her take the food out in a rage. She found a pair of chopsticks and a container full of cooked vegetables and she gobbled it down in seconds.

"Th...Thank you," she whispered and laid down on her bed again. The man looked at her with slight concern and came closer to the cage.

"Are you alright?" he asked and grabbed up the container and chopsticks. She didn't answer but turned over, facing the wall. "Well, I'm Takeo. I'm not too fond of this whole thing myself. Just holler if you need me-"

Tetsu shot from her place on the bed and grabbed him by the collar, slamming him into the bars. "Get me out of here," she demanded angrily. Takeo narrowed his eyes and punched her in the face. She flew backward onto her bed and rubbed her now bleeding nose.

"I may not agree with everything, but I won't be afraid to hurt you. I may be well mannered compared to my brothers but it doesn't mean I won't fuck you up." With that, he walked up the stairs and left her there, holding her nose.

"Well mannered my ass," she said to herself and rolled to the side.

"What about your ass?" Masahiro teased threateningly from the steps.

"Go away," she ordered, making sure not to face him.

"Who are you to tell me what to do?" he asked angrily. "Learn your place, slave."

"No one's treated me like a slave yet," she murmured. "With the exception of you the first day I got here." She stood up and walked over to the bars. "And your brother yelled at you. You can't touch me. I'm his," she sneered and narrowed her eyes.

"I'll do as I please," he stated and advanced the cage. She backed up and got out of grabbing reach.

"You can't because your brother wouldn't let you," she challenged.

"That doesn't mean I can't hurt you," he said and took a kunai knife from his side. He stepped into the cage and stood opposite to her, closing the entry behind him. She smirked and flexed her fingers. She hadn't seen any action in several days and was looking forward to a fight even if she lost.

She knew she only had the energy to do one good move and was sorting through her techniques to think of the right one that could take him down. Masahiro threw the knife back and forth in his hands, coming closer and closer with ever swish. She began to manipulate with her hands, finally decided on her one main move. Seeing this, the demonic man charged, slashing at her hands to stop her.

"Art of the Fire Ryuu!" she shouted, remembering one of the most powerful attacks Hisoka had taught her. Her eyes began to glow a wicked orange and began to spark. He slashed at her arms and stomach, missing every time. The sparks in her eyes began to flare and shoot out at the man. She began to walk toward the man, shooting flames from her glowing orbs.

The man flipped backward then disappeared before she could corner him. The fire in her eyes began to die down and she looked around in caution. She turned around just in time to see him backhand her with the knife still in his hand. She stumbled backward and hit the back of the cage, falling to the ground.

The malice in his eyes danced around and kneeled down, inches from her face. She looked up and punched at his jaw, just to have it snagged in his hand. He flipped her over and pinned her down with her arm behind her back. He grabbed her other arm and did the same, straddling her lower back.

"You think you can out-do me, do you?" he sneered, grasping both of her wrists with one of his hands. He held the kunai knife to her throat and snickered.

"I can out-do you if it were a fair fight," she muttered. He jutted her arms farther up, making her wince and groan in pain.

"We'll see about that someday," he murmured, leaning down and resting his chin on her shoulder. He pressed the knife slowly harder onto her neck, drawing a small amount of blood. He kissed the back of her neck and shoved her to the ground, storming out of the cage.

"Someday," she whispered and held the abrasion on her neck.

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During another few weeks, she began to take notes on the brothers' behavior. She fond their weaknesses, their strengths, and other such things that would help her if she ever got the chance to break free. Masahiro beat her to a pulp almost daily, and Takeo was the one bringing her food. She rarely saw Yasuo, but when she did, she never spoke nor looked at him.

Masahiro was the person she mainly wanted to get at. She found that his weakness was undoubtedly his will power. It was very hard for him not to get his hands on her, though she continued to remind him about Yasuo. He bested her at brute strength, but not magic and spells. She knew that if she got her hands on a scroll that she could at least knock him out cold for a few hours.

Takeo's weakness was his kindness. Though he became irritated and angry often, he was much nicer to Tetsu than the other brothers were. His strength was in his strength like Masahiro, but he rarely showed that side of him. She decided that it might be best to befriend him or at least make him think she was more of a person than her brother's slave.

Yasuo was a completely different story from his brothers. He was the leader for obvious reasons; he was as good in spell casting as he was in strength. His best area of expertise was his genjutsu: the art of illusion. She found no true weakness for him just yet, but was determined to. She was certain he was the one that had slain Hisoka and was hell-bent on destroying him.

She figured that they weren't really triplets, but just looked that way. Yasuo was the oldest and most advanced in the ninja arts. Masahiro was the attention-grabbing middle child and Takeo was the meek and quiet youngest sibling. She decided that they couldn't be much older than Hisoka, if not younger, making them in their late teens early twenties.

She had only seen Masahiro without a mask on and presumed that they all looked the same due to the fact that the shape of all of their masks and eyes were identical. If she was correct then they would all be quite attractive. Masahiro and Yasuo had the same cocky smirk that would make even their enemies smile back. Their chins were pointed slightly, but rounded just right and their noses were perfectly shaped. Every one of their eyes were the same almond shape, but Masahiro's were more wicked. Takeo's eyes had more kindness than both of them, and with it a lighter, more orange color to his red eyes.

"Here," Takeo grunted and stuck his hand in the cage with a fresh bag of food. She grabbed it casually and took the chopsticks up, picking through the vegetables and rice. She carefully placed a chunk of broccoli in her mouth and chewed it slowly.

"No scarfin' today, eh?"

"Savoring the flavor," she muttered and popped another veggie in her mouth.

"You like it?" he asked quietly.

"It's not bad," she murmured through her chews. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye then looked back as he looked over at her. After a pause and an awkward moment of staring at each other, Takeo nodded.

"That's good."

"Indeed." Tetsu was in desperate need to set her plan in motion and decided to start by slight compliments.

"So," the man muttered, scratching his neck.

"So," she replied.

"Anything interesting happen lately?" he asked, trying to start up a conversation.

"Not much happens when you're chained up in a basement," she retorted haughtily. Takeo glanced to the side.

"I suppose not," he mumbled.

"I had an eventful fight with Masahiro-kun the other day, though," she said and placed her empty container to the ground. When Takeo looked away, she stuck the chopsticks in her blankets and covered them up.

"I heard both from the eruptions down here and Masahiro griping all afternoon. What did you do to him?" he inquired, on the verge of becoming friendly.

"I stole his knife and sliced him up pretty well before he could grab it back from me." She smirked remembering his horrified face. "But then he knocked me out and I lost the knife." Takeo snickered and Tetsu looked over at him smiling slightly. There was a silence when they both noticed they were having a friendly conversation.

"I'm going to get out of here, you know."

Takeo nodded.

"I don't doubt that you'll finally whoop Masahiro," he muttered and stood up from his seat on the stairs. "But we won't let you out."

"Then I'll get through you too." The man looked away and after a moment's silence went over and collected up her container. He walked up the stairs, aware that she had the chopsticks hidden in her bed.

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Nishasha: Heh heh... shiny. I never really thought of him as shiny, but it sounds pretty shway. Unfortunatly, they are gonna do evil things to Tetsu as seen here. But as they say, things always get darkest before the dawn. The next chapter's gonna be really bad, but then it gets really positive. Thanks for the review!
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Heh heh....shiny.

krn-kimbap: Very good thoughts! I shall give nothing away other than you might be right, you might be wrong. Thanks for the review!

Tamara2187: It is sad, but it gets happier after this chapter. Trust me! Thanks for the review!