Warning: To all that read this chapter and detest lemons or anything of that nature, skip the second block of reading. There is a rape sequence that many people may find offensive or distasteful. So please, read up to the page break then skip to the other break marker. You may flame but please do not report abuse. I warned you all and I also rated this R so it's only fair that you don't report me. Thank you for your time. Now on with the story!
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Tetsu became more and more friendly with Takeo as the weeks passed. She also continued collecting the chopsticks until she could barely hide it anymore. Her plan was going to work if she died in the process. The daily beatings continued, but she began to best Masahiro, figuring out his many faults and taking advantage of it.
Her ears picked up the sounds of someone coming down the stairs and recognized the familiar rhythm to be Masahiro. She rolled her eyes and stood up, ready for him to enter the cage.
"Well Yasuo has sent me some good news," he stated sinisterly and looked up at her. "He's finally to have you tonight. Then I can do whatever I want with you." Tetsu glared at him with the deepest hatred possible. Once it was time to put her plan in motion, she would have great pleasure killing him. She backed into the bars as he advanced, concentrating hard to summon her weak chakra.
"I won't let you," she muttered, grasping the bars behind her firmly.
"It doesn't seem that you can do much about it even if you tried," he mocked. She glowered at him as he began to approach her.
"Desperate times call of desperate measures," she shot back.
"You mean you've been taking it easy on me?" he said in an amused tone. "I highly doubt that."
"You'd be surprised," she whispered as he got a few feet closer. She lifted her body into the air, supporting herself with the bars, and kicked him in the chest. He stumbled backward just in time for her to jump down and start manipulating her hands. He unsheathed two knives and began rapidly slicing in her direction.
"Art of the Ice Blade!" she shouted. She felt the chakra drain from her body and water rose from the bucket and formed a katana. It shot at his head, just to be shattered to pieces with his kunai knives. She gritted her teeth and backed away as he advanced. He snickered at her scowl and twirled the knives in his hands.
"Are you willing to come quietly?" he asked her menacingly.
"I'd rather die than give in to people like you," she affirmed.
"As you wish," he muttered and charged at her. The scattered ice on the ground formed again, and shot at him from behind. It met his shoulder right as he stabbed Tetsu's stomach. They both paused and looked at each other, unable to completely comprehend what just happened. He pulled the knife from her stomach and the ice melted, wetting his uniform and the floor around him.
They continued to look at each other before realizing that they'd both hit vital points. Tetsu grabbed her stomach and held it tight, blood trickling from the gapping wound. Masahiro stumbled back a bit, but remained standing.
"I guess... it's a draw," he said, panting slightly and swaying back and forth. Tetsu nodded and continued to clasp her stomach tightly before falling to her knees. He looked down at her and raised his arm then slugged her hard, hitting her in a pressure point on the neck. She fell forward and blacked out. Masahiro grabbed her up and threw her over his shoulder, taking the collar off her neck. He threw it to the ground and carryied her out of the cage and up the stairs.
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Tetsu woke up drowsily and looked around. She had never been in this room before. She tried to sit up just to find her hands tied up over her head and chained to a wall. She tugged at the shackles and found them impossible to get out of without a key or a spell. She began to summon up her chakra to find that everything was concentrated on healing the nearly fatal stab to the stomach.
She tilted her head upward and saw that she was in a dimly lit room. She glanced to her side and saw a table, but there was nothing else in the room. She noticed she was on top of a bed and remembered what Masahiro had said earlier. Her eyes got wide with fear and she began to flail like crazy at her locks.
From the outside of the door she heard footsteps. She bit her lips and looked around for something she could use to get loose. Clicking and locking noises came from the other side of the door and it swung open, shedding light into the room. A person entered and closed the door behind himself.
The room became quiet and the air was tense with nervousness. Tetsu looked around anxiously in hopes for finding some means of escape. The man came closer and his face lit up. She recognized it as Yasuo. Seeing as this is the first time she had ever seen him without a mask, she nearly gasped. He looked like Masahiro with a cleaner shave and a less malicious glare in his eyes.
He stood there for a few moments staring at her with her eyes glaring right back into his. The light in the room was cast by two candles, which cast eerie shadows about the room. He stepped toward the bed after the awkward silence and sat down at the end. Tetsu kept still for a moment then inched her legs farther from him.
Startling her, he grabbed her ankles and pulled them toward him, stretching out her legs. She started to kick and he took a knife from his side, holding it up. She stopped kicking and her heart began to pound in fright. He crawled up the bed and straddled her waist, pressing his body onto hers. She held her breath, desperately trying to keep her eye from tearing up. She breathed out and was about to breath in again when he pressed his lips onto hers and put his hands behind her head, holding her there. She didn't move but closed her eyes, trying desperately to convince herself that this wasn't happening.
"Kiss back," he muttered before pressing his mouth to hers again. With no response, he took the knife in his hand and cut her upper arm sharply. "Kiss back!" he demanded, pressing harder and harder, pushing his tongue into her mouth. She held her ground and continued holding still. He raised his knife and sliced down again, perfectly parallel to the previous cut. She winced and opened her mouth willingly, turning her head to the side and letting him continue.
He moved down from her mouth and began suckling her neck. She squirmed a bit, becoming more and more uncomfortable as he moved lower. He sat up a moment and removed his top, his body perspiring heavily. He grabbed the collar of her shirt and found a zipper and began to unzip it feverishly. A silent tear fell down her cheek as he opened her blouse, revealing her chest and torso completely to him.
"Don't cry," he whispered and laid his lips upon her left breast. He caressed her chest and wrapped his arms around her back, pressing her into his face. She fidgeted, completely uncomfortable having her top half revealed to a stranger.
"Please stop," she whispered, her eyes overflowing with tears. He ignored her and continued going lower with his mouth. By this time, she had the right mind to just kick him until he was so angry he would kill her. She decided against it, wanting to have her revenge on the whole family rather than dieing.
Her hands grabbed onto the chains and squeezed them as hard as she could, trying desperately to ignore him. He came down to her pants and unbuttoned the latch, sliding them off slowly. She pressed her legs together as hard as humanly possible, not wanting him to touch her. With a slight bit of anger, he pulled her legs apart like a bear trap and sat between them quickly before they could snap shut again.
She whimpered and watched his animalistic behavior as he rushed to slip out of his pants. She turned away once he was completely bare, looking over at a candle in the corner. She felt him lay back down on top of her, pulling her legs up to wrap around his. She sensed his lower half pressing into hers and finally felt something wedge itself into her.
She grit her teeth when she felt him thrust himself deeper and deeper until she felt as though her insides would explode. There was immense pain throughout the lower half of her torso and she knew something had happened. She felt as though something in her broke. He kept pushing himself into her and the pain wouldn't cease. She groaned and panted as though she had just run a mile. Despite the pain, part of her lower half gave of a feeling of ecstasy and which gave her mixed feelings about what was happening. She was almost confused about what to moan about: the pain or the pleasure.
She clenched her fists until her palms nearly bled. He was panting faster and faster with the faster he pushed into her. She felt him get larger inside of her then in a last thrust, he shrunk slightly and he fell silent, laying on top of her and trying to control his breathing.
She tried to slow her breathing too. She couldn't help but be confused about what had just happened. She was never told anything about what had just occurred. She knew about the actions but not about the pain or the pleasure in it.
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She breathed in deep and exhaled long and drawn out. He looked up from her chest and into her staring face. After an awkward silence, Tetsu looked away, a last tear falling from her cheek. He sat up and leaned on his elbows.
"You were a virgin," he muttered. She didn't say anything. He inched up closer to her face and rested his chin on her collarbone. "I apologize."
"You're a bastard," she whispered angrily. "And I don't accept apologies from bastards." He continued to look at her with a strange look on his face.
"I didn't know," he explained. "I would have let you keep it if I had known."
"No you wouldn't have," she seethed. He grabbed her face gruffly and made her look at him.
"I'm not a liar," he growled. She looked into his fiery eyes with her icy blue orbs with fury.
"Why did you do it anyway?" she asked quietly. He let go of her face and sat up, grabbing the hips of his pants and tying it back around his waist.
"Don't question me," he murmured. He grabbed up his shirt and pulled it over his head and avoided her gaze.
"It's because I'm 'yours' isn't it? Is that what this is about? Ownership?" she asked angrily, raising her voice.
"Might I remind you that you are chained down and I could very well rip your innards out," he growled, looking down at her with eyes glistening like fire.
"Oh, I'd better watch out then. It's not like you haven't taken everything from me already," she retorted. He glared at her viciously but then looked away and put his mask on.
"I was going to be nice and let you go but I think that you have an obligation to Masahiro," he said and stormed from the room.
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She laid there for hours completely bleeding, crying and completely nude. Footsteps from outside were heard and her heart stopped, thinking it would be Masahiro. To her relief Takeo came in the room. His shoulders sunk when he saw the mess of blood and tears in front of him. He walked over to her side and sat down, grabbing her shackles and unlocking them. She lowered her arms and sat up, grabbing him under the arms and embracing him tightly.
He frowned and stroked her matted ebony hair, holding her quietly as she sniveled and sobbed. The room was quiet for a time with the exceptions of Tetsu's sniffles. She looked up at Takeo's face, not caring about revenge anymore.
"Please help me," she whispered with pain in her eyes. He sighed and kissed her forehead.
"That's harder to do than it sounds," he murmured. She looked toward the door and sighed. He hugged her tighter. "Unless you have an idea. I've wanted out of here too." She looked up at him and smiled slightly. Sitting up, Tetsu grabbed the pants that were torn from her and slid them on. She zippered up her shirt and turned to him.
"I've had a plan."
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Takeo led the exhausted girl from the room and down through the winding tunnels of the underground portion of their lair. She had her hands behind her back and locked in handcuffs. They came to Tetsu's cell and Takeo closed the cage door behind her.
"I'll see you tomorrow," she spoke quietly, smiling. Takeo nodded and returned her smile.
"Save your energy up."
"I will," she said and laid down as he walked up the stairs and out of sight.
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"You're such a pussy-boy, Takeo," Masahiro mocked shoving him into a wall. All his life he'd been the young sibling that was picked on. Masahiro's hand wrapped around his neck and he pressed the man to the wall. "Fight me like a man."
"I don't feel like practice today," he muttered, grabbing Masahiro's wrist and thrusting his feet into his chest. Masahiro flew backward and Takeo flipped down to the ground smoothly.
"You afraid I might kick you ass?" he taunted and charged at him. Takeo jumped up and dove over him as he smashed into the wall.
"You're a bit slow today. Did Tetsu give you that hard of a beating?" he snickered. Masahiro growled and stumbled backward, turning to face his opponent.
"That little whore stuck a blade through my back," he grumbled low.
"Then stop trying to claim you're better than me when you really can't beat a girl right," he murmured.
"Shut the fuck up," he snarled. "I'll show you how to beat a girl." He stormed out of the room and toward Tetsu's cell.
'Good. Step one complete,' Takeo thought to himself and followed his brother.
"Get up," Masahiro bellowed on the outside of Tetsu's cage. She looked up drearily and then saw Takeo in the stairwell.
"'Morning, Masahiro-kun," she said and stretched, the chakra flowing like electricity through her veins. She stood up as he opened the cage and stepped in, closing it behind himself.
"Ready, Punching-bag?" he muttered, cracking his knuckles. She rolled her eyes and glanced over at Takeo, who was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed casually. Tetsu turned her gaze back over to her pursuer and smirked wryly.
"Punching-bag ready," she affirmed. Masahiro cracked his knuckles and placed his hands on his shuriken holsters.
"You're especially cheeky today," he stated and began to advance her in the small cage.
"Cute word," she mocked boldly. She looked into his demonic eyes and focused her chakra on the hidden chopsticks that were scattered throughout her room. The electric pulse of her chakra sizzled in the air, making Tetsu's hair stand on end.
Masahiro blindly charged at her as she began to gesture with her hands. She didn't shout anything out, but right before her enemy could get to her, the sharpened utensils flew from every area in the room. They penetrated every inch of his body, making him numb and unable to breathe. She made sure not to hit any vital points, but just the points that would knock him cold for a few hours to a few days. He stumbled backward and then forward, unable to think clearly. Tetsu drew her fist back and nailed him in the jaw, making him fly backward and knocked him out cold.
Takeo walked over to the cage door and unlocked it, holding it open for Tetsu. She grabbed all the weapons on Masahiro, strapping the shuriken holsters to her thighs and the belt with the kunai knives to her waist. She gathered up her extra clothes and headed out the door.
"One down," he muttered, following Tetsu up the stairs.
"One to go," she finished, slinking up the steps quietly with Takeo closely in tow.
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Takeo lead her through the corridors and rooms to the supply room and handed her the backpack that was taken from her. She decided that it would be better to change into her spare uniform.
While Takeo stood watch outside the door, she slipped into a pair of black, traditional sashinuki, a black wife-beater, and her black vest with makimono pouches. She wrapped her hands and feet with fighting tape, wrapping the tape up to her shins, covering her pants to the knees.
She loaded up the pouches with the many scrolls in her rucksack along with a few spare kunai knives. She kept Masahiro's belt and shuriken holsters, finding them as sort of a reward for defeating her archrival at that time. She figured she would look back on this day in many years and be able to show people that she had beaten the infamous Akuma Triplets.
She took a brush from one of the pouches on her backpack and untied her hair, pulling it back into a high ponytail. She began to braid it when Takeo entered the room.
"We have company," he said hurriedly as Tetsu picked up the sounds of footsteps approaching. She quickly tied up the waist-length braid and slipped her black zori onto her feet. She wrapped her Kirigakure hitai-ate around her forehead and smirked, completely battle-ready. Stray bangs flipped neatly over her band and her cold eyes gleamed green in excitement.
"Let's do this."
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Disclaimer: I know... you guys are wondering... "Where's Naruto and the gang? This is a Naruto fic, after all." You are very right! Never fear, they will be appearing within the next few chapters. They've changed a lot within these many years, so don't expect them to look or act exactly the same! (Don't worry... Naruto's still goofy, Sasuke's still badass, and Sakura's still her bossy self! They've just had 'tude adjustments.)
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