peachpit: Hello, and thank you for stopping by to read my pathetic excuse for a Naruto fanfiction. Before reading, please know that this fic has several adult-themed chapters. Some of which I have omited from the story just so I can post it on without getting banned. If you would like to read the full unedited version (which is basically the same, only it will include the lemons), you can find this same story on my net account, peachpit. Thanks.
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The first thing she heard was the faint clattering of hooves blending with the sound of slowly moving wheels. Faint drumbeats of raindrops could be heard above her aching head. It took all the will she could muster to lift her head up and slowly flutter her heavy eyelids open. Where was she? All she knew was she felt a sharp twinge of pain shoot along her left side. Wincing, she cradled her side with her right arm.
A pair of auburn eyes scanned their way across her surroundings. She saw the figures of several other people sitting unconsciously around her, though she was not in a responsive enough state to make out who they were. She at the moment could scarcely remember who she was or what she was doing here.
After a few moments of absorbing her surroundings, she had come to the conclusion she was in some sort of enclosed cart being pulled by what sounded like two very slow horses. She wanted to prop herself up so she wasn't leaning so much against the wall of the cart, but she was so sore and so void of energy, there was no way she could manage it.
She tried desperately to remember the last thing that had happened to her. She couldn't. As her mind slowly began to clear, she felt the cart come to an abrupt stop. A moment later, a small door on her right opened violently. She squinted her eyes and anxiously tried to make out the two figures that stood on the other side of the door. Rain had been allowed to freely flow into the cart, stinging at her open eyes. When she reached up weakly to rub them, she felt a rough hand yank ruthlessly at her wrist, pulling her forcefully to her feet.
A tall, burly man clung mercilessly on her wrist. She cast a glance at whoever had grabbed her. It was difficult to see in the dark, but she could make out the broad shape of his face. Two tiny, watery eyes stared threateningly above a fat misshapen nose. Her mouth went agape. She did not know what to do.
"Git out." He said fiercely, pulling her towards the door. She quickly did as she was told. Another man awaited her outside of the cart. He was much shorter, but still an inch or two taller than her. He had a slightly narrow face that was covered with five o'clock shadow. He told her to stay put and keep quiet. He had a strange accent.
She waited while five other girls where directed out of the cart and into the rain. When her eyes glanced at the other frightened girls, her mind flickered on and began working again.
Tenten's eyed widened as she struggled to hold in a whimper cased front a sharp jolt of pain that was continuing to run down her side. Judging by the posture of the others, they were all in the same pain as her. She could only assume she looked as roughed-up as they did. She turned her attention to the shorter man as he began to bark to them over the rain.
"Listen up, you little twits," he began. "I don't want any trouble from you, ya hear?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bronze watch that looked as if it had seen better days. "We're already two hours behind schedule because of that little shit-" at this he glanced heatedly at a red-haired girl Tenten had never seen before, "-and I don't want any more mishaps."
The larger man shut the door to the cart and walked to the smaller man.
"Lucas, I'll take em' to the bunks. You go and tell Kudo we've checked in." He said. The one called Lucas nodded and turned to go into a rather large warehouse-looking building. Tenten took this moment to glance around her surroundings. She could make out through the rain a tall solid fence surrounding several buildings. She glanced back at the man as he began to speak.
"All of ya' git over there," he roared as he began to push them all towards the old building next to the one Lucas had entered. Given her weakened state, she, like the rest of them, had no choice but to comply.
After he lead them in the building, he slammed the door behind them. Tenten heard a click of metal on the other side, indicating he had locked them inside. She turned to face the other girls.
A girl she recognized as Hyuuga Hinata had her hands over her mouth and tear streaming down her puffy red cheeks. Every few seconds a hiccup would cause her to twitch nervously upward. Her watery eyes glanced nervously at her comrades, who where too nervous and exhausted to speak. Tenten didn't know what to do next. She felt a burning sensation as she inhaled deeply. Her lungs hurt.
Finally, the silence was broken by a girl with bleach blonde hair pulled tightly into a ponytail. Tenten recognized this girl as Yamanaka Ino.
"Where are we?"
No one knew.
Hinata held in a sob.
"I remember running from someone, then it all just went black…" a pink-haired kunoichi stated. It took a moment to realize this girl was Sakura; her hair was a mess and bruises and cuts were visible everywhere on her pale skin. All of her comrades seemed to be in pretty bent-up shape.
Tenten turned quickly and glanced at her surroundings. The building was just on big room filled with several lines of bunk-beds. One side of the room had sinks on the wall, and a small curtained area she assumed held toilets. The walls were a faded gray she assumed was white at one point; Thin cracks spider webbed themselves across the walls. The high ceiling was made fogged, cracked, and filthy windows that she almost mistook for solid wall. Slow moving fans dangled limply like broken twigs hanging from a dead tree.
Her eyes traced downward at the lines of bunks. Light red sheets hung flaccidly, bunched in certain areas, over the bunks; It was obvious someone had been sleeping in them recently. Tenten's nostrils flared as the strong stench of unwashed bedding hit her like a powerful wave. She automatically lifted her hands over her nose. Unfortunately, the same sharp pain as before shot through her arm and her side and forced it back down. Tenten grimaced. What made it hurt so bad to move?
The room filled with a great slamming sound, then silence. Tenten turned back around, startled at the sudden noise. The same man that had grabbed her before marched forward and began pulling her out of the room. The others could only stand still, terrified at what he would do to them if they were to protest. Tenten automatically fought against his grip, but the man proved much more in a position to put up a fight, as her muscles to gave out and she could do nothing but let him drag her through a door to their right.
The door slammed behind them and she was thrown onto a couch. She looked up just when he had left through another door. Tenten blinked. Had he left her alone in here? She stood up slowly. Suddenly, a cold voice snapped out of nowhere,
"Sit down!" Startled, Tenten complied.
Tenten could not see the owner of the voice, but he was sitting behind a large desk with his chair turned opposite of her. A small trace of smoke trailed into the air above him. Tenten shifted slightly. If she wasn't so scared and confused, she would have felt as if she were sitting in an office for a business interview. The man in the chair--she could tell it was a man from the deepness in his voice--sounded as if he were rummaging through a box or something.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, the man turned his chair and got up. Dropping some papers on the table, he slowly made his way toward her. The dangling light made the room dim, and the air was foggy as if twenty people had been going through hundreds of packets of cigarettes. This made it extremely difficult to identify the man. He stopped a few feet in front of her; She felt his cold eyes run across her shaking skin.
"…Akitaro, that fucking dumbass really roughed you up, I can only assume the others are in such shitty condition as well," the stranger muttered grudgingly under his breath. Tenten didn't say anything, she assumed he was talking to himself. After a few seconds, he spoke up again.
"What's your name, girl?" He said. Tenten hesitated.
"I said, what's you name?" He barked louder, making Tenten jump slightly in her seat. Tenten's throat went dry as she told him quietly.
"Tenten, huh? Fuckin' retarted name if you ask me," He muttered. "Stand up."
Tenten slowly did as she was told.
The stranger walked around her in a circle and carefully examined her bruised body. When he had made on full loop, he began walking towards his desk once more and pulled open a drawer. As he rummaged through it's contents, he said to her,
"All right, take your shirt off,"
Tenten's head shot up. What did he just tell her to do?
He returned a moment later with an object in his hands Tenten couldn't see. He glared at her with dark eyes Tenten noticed for the first time, and spat,
"Are you as fuckin' retarted as your name is, or do I have to keep repeating myself? I told you to take off your shirt, so that means take off your goddamn shirt or I'll yank it off myself!"
She stood a moment in silence, terrified of what was to happen next. He quickly grew annoyed and honored his promise of ripping the already tattered light pink shirt off of her trembling frame within seconds.
"Your lucky I'm in a good mood or I would have smacked some sense into you, you fuckin' retard…" He growled. Tenten trembled and lifted two shaking arms crossing her chest.
The strange man lofted up the object, looked through and pressed a button. A bright flash blinded her temporarily, and he repeated the action several times until she felt almost sick with dizziness. Slowly, he set the camera on the table and threw a pile of messily-folded fabric into her arms and ordered her to leave through the door she was dragged through. Tenten was happy to get out of the room as quick as she could.
When she reached the large bunked room, she was greeted not by her fellow kunoichi, but several girls sitting and talking among the previously emptied bunks. Tenten slowly advanced to the room, not sure on what to do. She turned to her right when she heard the sound of several girls giggling.
"Oh look," A particularly skinny girl with dark brown hair and dull green eyes said to her companions with a twisted grin, "Looks like the new whores have arrived."
Tenten's eyes widened.
peachpit: I promise it gets more interested. I'm afraid the first chapters of all my stories are always the worst. Gomenesai. Please review, I would very much appriciate it.
Naruto: Thank you! Dattebayo!