Chapter Three: A Dark Place
The loud scream had awoken Akari, her blood pumping as she tried to distinguish people around her. She screwed her eyes tight as she opened them again, ever since the Sharingan had been awoken she had felt lighter and seemed to constantly look around. She shut her eyes for a moment hearing the sound of scream echo around her, she flinched as she curled her arms around her body and buried her face into her knees. She gulped as she bit her tongue.
Slowly, she had forced herself to reflect on the Sharingan. She had studied it for many of lives for simple interest, now she had the been the user of one, she was aware that she had awakened it due to the emotional pain of watching Kanato die in front of her. If she could control it properly she would be able to see the flow of chakra through one's body and use Genjustsu on them. She sucked in her breath hearing the footsteps around her and had watched ahead as a man had appeared in front of her.
He had been covered in dark clothing, she took a deep breath feeling as the stress on her body weighed on her. The sight that had sharper than ever before had relaxed, she wasn't use to this ability, it was foreign to her. Yet, she was sure that she had deactivated it. Her eyes wavered as she searched the body of the man, she needed to know who these men were, what they were exactly after? She had worked on many missions to know that the use of this simple information could be critical in the future.
The man stepped into the room his eyes sharp as he took a grip on the chains that had been within his reach and tugged her forward, she unknowingly stumbled forward. The metal around her hand had tightly kept her hands separated, they had been aware that she was able to form seals. They wanted to prevent ever chance they had in not making her escape, they had done too much for everything to be wasted. She sucked in her breath as she clenched her teeth and narrowed her eyes against the man's back.
Her bare foot had pressed into the cold floor as the area had appeared to be somewhere underground. Walking down the stretch of the hall her eyes followed the pipelines as she felt herself unknowingly activate the Sharingan, letting her eyes pierced through the pipe and was seen the flow of the water. She closed her eyes as she let her eyes follow through the pipe, her eyes drifting up at them as she felt the tug along her hands and burns around her wrist.
The water had appeared to be going to the right. She turned the corner as she was soon greeted with a large door, if she was correct, the water that had been moving towards the right would lead to a possible source of where the water came from, it could be a lake? A river? She wasn't sure. Gulping, she attempted to calm her jumping nerves. She wanted to refrain from activating her Sharingan, her enemies already had known she had it, she didn't want them to be aware she had some sort of control over it.
The large metal door had opened and easily revealed the stream of a bright light and soft sounds of a boy heavily breathing, the eyes easily fell to her figure as she had caught the three individuals still clothed in their dark clothing but the two men had revealed their faces. One had been shorter with light brown hair and sharp tinted yellow eyes, Akari had easily known that the to be the man who had laughed as he stood over her brother, she felt her fists tighten as she looked at him.
The man beside him had remained calm, his lips remaining in a straight line, his light brown eyes seemed to be soft and gentle. Though it was proven he was anything like that. He crossed his arms over his chest as the other man stepped forward, "Kyro." He pressed gently as the yellow-eyed man looked over at her, his eyes crowded with lust. Her eyes drifting away from him as she looked around the room, the three small build figures in the middle had caught my attention.
Three boys. Her chest puffed, they had looked to be familiar, in ways she couldn't identify it as she glanced at them. They had been stuck in the same position as me, taken from their families unwillingly. Staring at them she watched as they all appeared to be hurt, though the one that had appeared to be slightly taller was the boy with white shaggy hair. Only from his back, she had seen he was the one that had been hurt. With the long stripes of redlining down his back and his arms, he was protecting the other boys. Family?
"It is nice to finally meet you." The new voice had made my skin tingle as she looked at the large man, he was tall, taller than any man she had seen. His face filled with scars and dark markings along them. Gulping she was pushed onto the ground in front of him, he looked down at her, his eyes were darker than any night she had seen, his hair long and pulled back into a ponytail. He stepped forward, his eyes glistening with utter darkness as he looked at her with pure bliss.
Licking my lips she kept her lips sealed. She wasn't going to give into the enemy. She hadn't planned to. She will survive, she will escape and be with the family she always wanted. That was her wish. Bitting the inside of her cheek she stared at the man, he lifted the tip of his shoe and forcefully lifted her chin. She watched the rise of his lips, "so beautiful and young." She pulled away as she could stand the scent of the bottom of his shoe.
The man hadn't clearly liked it, "Yura." The loyal man at his side had swiftly gone behind her back and pulled her long black hair rough, she clenched her teeth at the slight pain. Her hair curled in the hands of enemies had been filled with mud and roughly tangled, she felt sucked into the happy memories of her and Kanato together. When he would wash her hair when they were by the riverside and how he could braid it, he had always told her that he loved her long hair.
She felt the pain before she knew what happened, the sharp kick at the side of her face had caused for the grip of Yura to loosely as she fell to the ground. Tasting the copper taste of blood, she curled her fists on the cold floor, "stop it. She's just a girl." One of the young boys called out, she hadn't known them or ever met them before. Why was the boy attempting to protect her? She cursed lightly as Yura than forcefully tugged her hair again, she narrowed her eyes at the man, she was not going to give him any pleasure.
"Strong, aren't you?" He questioned as his hand went to the whip in his hands, she bit the inside of her cheek. The taste of her own blood sending the rush of memories from her past life. She shivered as she could recall being tortured in one of her lives by her father, the man that was supposed to cherish and love her, how every day he would arrive home with the stench of alcohol on his breath and the glowing hatred prominent in his eyes.
Exhaling lightly she focused her gaze elsewhere, she had felt too much pain to not know the feeling. She had been traumatized both physically and emotionally. That alone could break one's spirit, however, the thought of starting a new life with the determination of making it better than the last had become something wanted to feel. She wanted to be free. To be loved, cherished and comforted. She wanted everything she never experienced.
So here. She had sat on the cold floor, having many wounds covering her body, she would have looked to be so small and fragile and could be easily broken. Yet, she was powerful. She had sat fearless staring at the man in front of her, some of his men hadn't stared at his face because they had been terrified of him, yet she sat proudly staring at him. She was promising herself to memorize the curves of his markings and the deep scars on his face.
She was going to memorize his face, for when she escaped he will be the first person she will seek to kill. Little did she know that the well-known curse of the clan of Uchiha's had been becoming more evident, she was soon going to be driven by hatred rather than the happiness she had wanted. She might soon find herself in the Curse of Hatred though was it a curse? She was after all the Cursed Woman.
"I don't like that look in your eyes." She smirked, "get used to it." The man's eye twitched as he raised the whip in his hand and slammed it down on her, the crack of the whip echoing in the room as she remained calm. The stripes of pain flashing across her skin as she took the attack of the man, he was weak, attacking her while she was chained, he had clearly felt this would be a way to display his dominance. Akari had watched his face, behind his eyes she had known the feeling of being threatened.
The three boys had been stilled as they watched the beating of the girl in front of them, the three hadn't known what to do, they had been tied to the chair for so long they had forgotten the ability to tell time. The three brothers had been on a walk around the river when they had been ambushed, they were strong boys and had defended themselves well, though they were outnumbered and had fallen victims to the unknown enemies.
They were strapped to the chairs and hit with the sharp whip and questioned about their clan, however, they didn't reveal any of the information for they hadn't known of anything. Their father had trained them, but he hadn't granted them the access to classified documents, therefore they had been hit for hours until finally, the youngest brother of them had passed out. The boy with an odd color to his hair, one that was half black and half white, with dark brown eyes, the youngest had been the one who seemed the one to constantly seeking peace. Yet, he had been the first one to crumble to the pain of the whipping.
While the other two brothers had been questioned, both brothers remaining determined until the arrival of the young girl had appeared. The eldest brother at the moment with his pure white hair had stared at the girl, he had been concerned for her being, the way she had been kicked in the face so brutally. He couldn't do anything but shout, only he was sure the man would turn to him and lash out on him instead, he had watched as the girl had easily talked back and avoided the attention focused on him and his brothers.
He drew his breath in as he felt his brother beside him whisper, "Tobirama. What do we do?" His eyes drifted over to his younger brother, the bleeding mark of the 'X' engraved deeply in his cheek. He breathed out as he shook his head uncertain, what could he do? His chakra had been low, his brother had been knocked out, and they were outnumbered. He narrowed his eyes watching as the man slammed the whip against the girl's body.
She hadn't cried out but remain still, it appeared as if she had already gotten used to the pain or was strong to hold back her shouts. He clenched his teeth, "we have to build our chakra up and wait for the time." His brother, Kawarama had nodded as he adjusted to the sight of the girl in front of him. She had appeared to be younger than him and close to Itama's age, yet, aside from her appearance, her courage had made him still in the chair.
When he had watched the glare in her sharp blue eyes become evident and the tone of low voice he had felt his heart thump, out of concern? He wasn't sure. However, he had known that she had focused the attention on herself rather than them, she knew that with the remark his brother had made it could have caused more torture on their bodies, as they were already tired and exhausted. She was protecting them. Indirectly. Something he thought to be odd.
She hadn't known them. Neither did they know her. So why was she protecting them?
"Tell me. Are you ready to talk?" The scar-faced man spoke again, he licked his lips as he watched down at me. The excitement of his fingers twitching around the handle of the whip had made her eyes flicker as she looked at him, "you didn't ask me a question." She had simply stated, her eyes remained stoic as she stared at the man. He took a step back with a smirk on his lips as he nodded before he placed the whip in the hands of Kyro who seemed to feel happy as well.
He craned his neck as the wide-stretched onto his lips, "Kyro. Take her to the room." He bounced in his step as Akari was forced to her feet, "room?" Somehow the words seemed to be poisonous and dangerous the way it fell off the man's lips. She felt her heart thump and her stomach lurch forward as the man turned towards her with a sickening grin on his lips, "it seems like you can handle being tossed around." He breathed out as he raked a hand through his long raven hair.
"I will let my men have fun with you." Akari cried out as she dug her feet into the ground and halted the movement of the chains around her. She shook her head, "no." She cried out. Yes, being brutally hurt, but she had known the words the man had spoken. She had experienced it. She hated and despised it. She never thought she would experience something like that again, yet, here she was crying for her life. The tears had stung her cheeks as she tried to avoid the tug of the chains.
"Please. No." She cried out. The man chuckled watching the reaction, she had taken in the large smiles on the men's faces, their eyes shining with happiness. However, the only man who hadn't said anything was Yura, he simply stood and watched his hands remained behind his back. His expression solid as he remained poised and silent, grinding her teeth together her eyes flickered around the room as she tugged the chains away from her.
Stepping back she stepped back quickly watching as Kyro hissed as the grip of the chains slipped from his fingers, she narrowed her eyes at him. Sucking in her breath, "monsters." She breathed out as she curled her fists, she looked to the scar-faced man, her eyes glowing with hatred as she stared at him. Her heart pounding in her ears as the burn of the bottom of her feet became known, she struggled to keep her eyes focused. She was exhausted.
With the use of her eyes, she was still getting used to and with the wounds inflicted on her body she had felt weaker. She didn't know what to do. She wanted to run away, but even she knew that it was impossible at the moment. She hadn't known the location she had been locked in, the layout of the building, and didn't know the exits nor entrances. Bitting inside her lip she stared at the man as he sighed looking at her, he tilted his head as he glanced over to the three boys that had been still.
Her eyes struggled to keep up with everything. One minute she had been wrapped in her brother's embrace, another she had watched him bleed out in front of her and another she had been at the will of her enemy. She was powerless. She felt so powerless. She just wanted everything to be normal. To be happy with her brother. She chocked on a sob as she felt the tears rush down her cheeks, she may have lived many lives and had felt many emotions, but in this state, she felt nothing more than a weak child.
She was stronger than that. She could kill everyone here. Yet, she couldn't. Her heart had been crying as she recalled the face of her dear brother, his dark eyes looking at her with the same warmth he always did as he urged her to escape through his cracked lips. Her heart thumped against her chest. She closed her eyes, she pictured her father and brothers mourning for her brother's death, she was the cause of it. He had protected her all along.
He had suffered wounds that he could have avoided, because of what? He wanted to protect her. It was the cruel reality. Her breathing became heavier as the weight of her brother's death rested on her shoulders, she was the cause of his death. Another innocent person had died because they had kept her safe. Because they had wanted her to continue living instead of them. She screwed her fists tight. She hated this. She had lost an innocent person, one she loved so much.
"Take them to the dungeons." She heard the deep voice of the scared man say, he hadn't cared for anything. He hadn't cared that the men underneath him had killed someone so pure, innocent, so bright. He hadn't cared. She felt the clench of her stomach as she looked at him, feeling the anger bile in her throat. She had imagined many ways to kill him, the list of possibilities being over a thousand, yet she wanted him to suffer. She wanted to see him beg for mercy. To beg to stop.
Feeling the twisted smile on her lips she craned her neck, she stared at the same man named Kyro. Her eyes pulsing with a need for the urge to have revenge, she was going to start with him. She was going to tears his insides apart and fed it to the wolves, she was going to make him suffer in every way. She gasped at her own thoughts, so dark and inhumane. In all her lives she had struggled with the thought of killing and slowly over time it had become nothing, yet she had always honored a death, she never took them ruthlessly like a monster. She wasn't that type of person.
Yet, she wanted to see that expression. See him cry as she annihilated him. "Child." The voice was deep in her head and caused her to become still, she looked down at the palm of her hands, she could do it. She could kill him now with that jutsu, she could watch the same Demon she had known for many lives tear the man apart. She could watch. But to the risk of her life, was it worth it? To see the man dead at the cost of her own life? Kanato had been her brother. A brother she was more than proud of.
Something like risking her life had appeared to be so easy that she had tossed around the jutsu several times. Gasping she looked down at her hands, seeing as she had pressed her fingers into the first seal, "not yet." The Demon's voice had spread through her ears, he didn't want her to use the jutsu, did he see something good? The Demon was a strange being, one she had to see when using the jutsu to end her life, he would greet her with the same deep voice and kill his enemies.
When he was done the Demon would surround her with the darkness she was familiar with and take her in his hands, she would usually cry for something she had been thankful in the life as he would devour her. He had been the Demon that would always consume her life and would grant her another. He had seen the future of her first life. Meaning he could see the future of this life. She felt her heart jump. The Demon was certainly odd.
Akari had thought that the Demon wanted for her to continue to live. She had never heard the Demon whisper in her ear before, this had been the first time. The only times she would see his dark figure would be when she had used the jutsu and was being eaten. She sucked in her breath as she heard the shouts of the young boys in her ears, they pleaded with the men to let her go. The boys were strange. They could have put themselves in trouble yet they could only watch as the men around her clenched several whips.
A sharp intake of breath came from Akari as she looked up from the ground and into Kyro's pulsing eyes. The Demon had seen her future. That was her conclusion. He had seen something she couldn't, he didn't want her to die here, he wanted her to live for her future. Was she going to have a normal future? Was she going to love? Have children? Get married? Akari had oddly felt the smile on her lips as she shook her head, her gaze wavering as she looked down.
The Demon had was pushing to her take everything. She was convinced that she would get out. She was going to seek revenge for the death of her brother, but she was also going to attempt to live her life. She cursed mentally feeling the sting on her upper arm, keeping her eyes sealed she clenched her fists to her chest. She was going to take everything and when the time was right she was going to escape. And for that, she was going to truly become stronger and not be a burden.
That was a promise she had made to herself and the Demon.
Tobirama pressed himself into the wall as his hands laid on the tops of his necks, his piercing red eyes staring through the metal bars as he kept his lips sealed. He glanced overhearing the light groan from his right and watched as his youngest brother, Itama, had stirred. He had finally awakened after being knocked out by the pain, he bit the inside of his cheek as he swiped a rough hand through his hair. He was angry but he was also concerned.
As both, he along with Kawarama had been forced out of the room with his unconscious brother he could only watch as the young girl had been whipped. He had pleaded with them to stop but halted his actions once he had come to realize it was of no use, his simple words wouldn't stop them from whipping her, nor would they protect her. Everything he had attempted to do wasn't worth it, he could only chew on his lower lip as he was tugged out the room.
He had kept his lips sealed as trained his eyes on the door in front of him. The girl was someone he had never known himself, however, he had felt the strain in his chest. He was going to use that girl to his advantage. He hadn't supported the idea, but he was well aware he had to protect his brothers. This was the cursed era of warring states, where children had been born to only be killed off in the war, both Uchiha and the Senju had been the victims of never-ending losses.
Despite being aware of the loss of a life. He was more than willing to use that girl to his advantage. He was willing to sacrifice her if it had meant his survival. At the moment all he could think of was his foolish older brother, Hashirama, calling his name with a wide smile as he wrapped his arms around him. He wasn't always fond of his brother's attitude and the way he had attempted to ignore everything around him, however, he had been something that had slowly urged him to continue forward.
Hearing the light groan, "finally up?" Kawarama had spoken lightly, his light brown hair swished lightly as he moved to comfort the youngest. Tobirama had kept his eyes peeled as he heard the movement in the distance, immediately his eyes widened as he looked over. His heart pumping with the tightness of the guilt around his heart, he hadn't second-guessed sacrificing a life for his brother's. In his eyes, he had found out that was something more important to him. He clenched his teeth.
He had never thought someone so young that appeared to be a child could have shown such emotions. He could recall the posture of her back, and the firm look in her shining and unique gleaming blue eyes. Something that had immediately caught his attention. Somehow, he knew the girl wasn't a mere child, no, she had to belong to a clan in which is powerful. That was the only way he had thought it to be. He had admired her traits at the way she looked at the man but feared that had led to her own downfall.
His eyes watched as the light pierced the room, making him hiss and in reaction close one eye over another as he watched the tall figure walk into the room. His eyes rapidly searched the image of the small girl, he searched and searched, with sealed lips he had watched as he caught the figure of the girl being dragged across the ground. He sucked in his breath followed by Kawarama, both of them were shocked. The young girl had deep wounds that had encased her body.
Her eyes swollen, her leg bent in an awkward angle with evidence of her blood being dragged on the floor. Tobirama had felt his heart dropped as the girl got closer to the cage he was in, he had noticed the condition her body was in, it was terrible, yet she had remained still. However, what he couldn't bring himself to answer was the noticeable markings around her eyes, scratches, deep ones, as if they had wanted her eyes. He gulped hearing the jingle of the key.
"Monster." Kawarama had been the first one to shout, his voice echoing in the dark room. Kyro only grinned as he easily lifted Akari and threw her body into the vacant cell. He pushed his hand in his pockets as he walked away after ensuring the door was locked. Kawarama had pressed himself against the metal bars that had separated him and the girl, he watched her body with pity and regret. His father would be displeased with his actions, they should have fought, harder than they did.
"Hey," Kawarama called out to Akari as Itama had finally made his way towards the bars, he had peered at Akari with interest and yet again pity, however, in his eyes he had seen the young girl be strong. She had been alive. Akari breathed out as she huffed falling onto her stomach, the wounds hadn't been as deep around her chest but had pierced her back. She struggled to lift herself up, but clenched her fists and groaned as she pushed herself to lightly lean against the wall.
Cursing lowly, she glanced over to the three boys. All which she had regarded to be handsome, though, had locked eyes with the pure white hair. She sucked in her breath as her eyes were graced with the pure white, his hair had been shaggy and was still untamed but however, it suited him. Along with the deep red eyes. It was unforgettable. His eyes swirling with many emotions though had appeared to be cold and emotionless, this was how Tobirama appeared when he had first locked eyes with Akari.
Cold. Emotionless, and stoic. She huffed as she reached up wiping the sweat above her brow, hissing as she made contact with one of the wounds in her arm. She turned away, "are you okay?" Itama pressed lightly, his eyes widened as he watched the girl nod, a bright smile on his lips. Akari felt her heart stop, the boy had seemed to be too kind for his own good, something that could get him killed in the future. From the gleaming bright smile, and the warm and softened eyes.
Those could kill you on the battlefield.
"What's your name?" Kawarama asked softly, his brown hair clung to his forehead. He bit the inside of his lip as the girl tilted her head at them, "Akari." She responded lightly, her sharp blue eyes being something that made Kawarama squirm. He had felt the intensity of her eyes peering through him like she could see his very own heart. It was strange but yet he had felt the tug in his chest pulling him towards her. He breathed out lightly as he shook his head.
Itama had noticed the tension and softly smiled, "my name is Itama. Nice to meet you." Akari craned her neck at the young boy attitude. They had been locked in a dungeon, without food, and had suffered injuries. Yet, the boy could still smile. She raked a hand through her hair, ignoring the pain around her body she had let her eyes fully scan the boys. Her eyes wandered before locking with the youngest, he was handsome, all of them were.
His soft smile. The dark brown eye and his other eye that was red had made her stare at him more. This had been the first time she had seen someone with such beautiful and pure eyes, one that had been two colors. Her eyes traced the locks of his hair, like him and the other boys in which she had easily guessed to be related to had all shaggy hair. Though one half of his hair had been a pure white while the other half had been a dark raven black. So unique.
Itama had twiddled with his fingers as he locked eyes with Akari, her intense eyes remaining on his, he wasn't sure how to act around girls. Kawarama had always been the smooth talker, while Harishama had been always happy and cared for the other girls around his age and even older in the compound. While Tobirama had ignored countless confessions. He mentally groaned as he felt the blush on his cheeks, he looked away for a moment before he caught the sight of the charming smile on the dark-haired girl.
"Beautiful." She spoke breathless, Itama's eyes widened. She smiled slightly bigger, "your eyes." His fingers dug into his pants as he looked away, only to hear the light chuckle from his older brother and catch the scowl on Tobirama's face. Akari had watched in amazement as the boy had squirmed underneath her gaze, she had confirmed that he was the purest of them all. She adjusted her body for a moment and felt the limp pain in her leg.
She looked over at her leg watching as it was turned in an odd direction, "are you going to try and fix it?" The cool tone of Tobirama echoed among the cold walls, she sighed as she nodded. Kawarama had chewed his lower lip, he couldn't be able to break his leg and attempt to heal it in place. The simple thought almost had caused bile to rise in his stomach. He groaned as he turned away, Itama had only clenched the bars as he looked at her.
While Tobirama had turned in the other direction, he was sure that she wouldn't want to be seen by anyone. He had granted that he wouldn't want anyone to see him like neither. He had respected her space and forced his younger brother to turn his eyes away. There was a sharp intake of breath before the deafening sound of a break and echoed and the sounds of shuffling had echoed in the tight space, Tobirama had glanced back hearing the slight buzzing sound.
His eyes flickered with confusion as he stared at the girl, the glowing green around the palm of her hand as she was slowly healing her leg. He furrowed his brothers as he cast a look to Kawarama, while Itama had seemed beyond impressed. He had been convinced that the girl was about his age, and had been amazed at the fact of her ability to heal her own limbs. She must have been talented to be able to cast a medical jutsu. Which had required precise control over one's chakra.
Tobirama had narrowed his eyes, he had assumed that the girl had been able to perform a medical jutsu, had meant that she was from a shinobi family and possibly was a kunoichi. His stern eyes had gathered the information quickly, "reach your hand out." She spoke softly to Kawarama. Who simply stared before looking at Tobirama, who gave him a quick nod. Tobirama had simply stared at the girl as she had begun to heal Kawarama, she had control over her chakra and could heal someone.
Meaning with the information he had gathered on her, he could use her. He could use her to help them escape. She was a critical piece to him and the lives of his younger siblings. He had to gain her trust, he needed her as much as she would need them. He sighed softly hearing Itama light up. However, as he watched Akari heal Kawarama, he hadn't ignored the way he looked at Akari. For such a young boy, he already appeared to become more familiar with his emotions.
He sighed. Tobirama had prayed that his brother's feelings would lead to their downfall in this place. Because even the quiet and determined boy wasn't sure how long they would in their for.
Akari had slowly healed the boys, as she moved to the last boy with his pure white hair. His red eyes looked at her, "you should heal yourself first." He stated calmly before looking in the other direction, he had somewhat cared about her condition. She wanted to laugh at the boy's words. She chewed on her lower lip before tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, "do not worry. I have enough chakra for myself." Akari had spoken easily with her words.
As the cursed woman, she had lived many lives. Where in one she had been a medical ninja. Being a medical ninja in life with the opportunities of the knowledge she had been graced by herbs and posion she had used that for the rest of her other future lives. Where she had saved lives but she had also ended lives. Knowing the anatomy of a human body had caused her to create her own unique ways of killing someone. Where in the battlefield in her last life she was more than familiar as to where to slice, the part that led to a person bleeding out, to have long-term problems. She had known it.
It had been seen to be something sick. But medical ninja's had been underestimated and often thought to be weaklings, but they were as deadly as any ninja. And possibly even more. They had more responsibilities and could control the balance of a life in their hands. Akari had remembered one of the lives as a medical ninja. She had been a Jounin ninja before she had decided to open her own hospital and become a doctor, she had found a lover who had been a fellow ninja.
Though she like many experiences she had been kidnapped and blackmailed, by the very man who had claimed to be her lover. She had been held down and forced to face torture as she had watched her younger siblings being killed along with the rest of her clan. And for what? Money. That was all they had wanted. She would have easily given it to them if she had known sooner, she would have given everything for her family. But it had torn her apart as she watched her families head roll to her feet.
She had decided that she would use the same jutsu where the dark Demon would appear in its glory to claim the other lives before consuming her own. She had thought that the Demon had been an individual in which had calmed her own misery. Had attempted to make her life better the next. But it just had got worse and worse, until her last life had been something she had loved. She wasn't beaten to death, tortured, rape or even kidnapped by the hands of another village.
She had died along with her friends instead of having to leave those behind her. She had come to love the group of friends that had carried her, that pushed her to live, that had truly cherished and loved her until the end. She wasn't born into a family but rather an orphanage, where she had grown up with her friends, all of them had lived together and had trained together. They didn't have their parents as their pillars so they became each other.
That was her support system.
"You are a ninja." The cool voice spoke, she raised an eyebrow. She thought it was supposed to be a question, but it seemed that he had already known the answer. She felt the playful smile on her lips, "it seems you already know the answer." The boy's lips remained in a thin line as he turned his head away as Akari had tended to his wounds on his back, she had remained silent as she healed his back before pulling away as she had dealt with his worst injury.
She sucked in her breath as her vision wobbled, she shook her head for a moment. The calm tone again had spoken over the two boys, "Tobirama." She looked up, seeing as he glanced back at her, the single red eye watching her carefully. She tilted her head, letting the strands of hair fall into her eyes as she continued to stare at him, unsure of how to deal with her staring he turned away from her as he took a deep breath. He was trying to understand her. To see behind her emotions. But like him, she had a mask. One she had acted behind.
"That's my name." His voice was soft as she nodded quietly before shuffling away from the bars slightly and moved her hands to heal the wounds on her back. Her fingers gripped the side of her head, it had been pounding and aching. She shook her head again hoping her vision would be okay. She gulped as she shut her eyes tightly. Before she had been dragged into the dungeon Kyro had forced a sort of pill down her throat, she had made feeble attempts to get him off her. However, her strength compared to the hands of five men placed on her body halted her.
She grounded her teeth, "Akari?" She heard the soft voice of Itama, her heart thumped as she could still hear the wicked laughing from the men. She had felt fear pierce her chest. What was going to happen to her? Was she going to die at such a young age? Will she be able to see Madara? Izuna? Ryuusuke? Her father? Her breathing became heavier and had caught the attention of Tobirama as he had first ignored Itama's voice. She hissed out lowly as her eyes caught the sight of her arms, she was shaking to stand?
He turned to see as she had been struggling to keep her body upright. The loud sound of the slamming of the door had caused all of the children to jump in their skin, Akari had been too focused on trying to control her failing body. She wasn't sure what was happening but it had to have been the pill she was given. That was the only conclusion she had created. The loud humming of Kyro had tensed Tobirama's shoulders, his eyes glued to the tall figure.
He had swiftly approached Akari's cell with the swing of his keys around his wrist, "get away from her!" Tobirama heard Kawarama shouting at Kyro who seemed amused at his reaction, he hadn't expected that from the quiet boy to be standing up for a girl they had met less than a few hours ago. He tilted his head as the crooked smile played upon his lips, "already have feelings?" He laughed out loud as Tobirama clenched the bars of the cell and furrowed his brows at the madman.
Kawarama and Itama could only watch in horror as Kyro had opened the door, his heavy boots slamming against the floor as he looked down to Akari. The smile growing even bigger and appeared to stretch to his ears, he seemed so delighted. He crouched in front of Akari watching as she struggled to breathe and the sharpness in her eyes as she looked at him, she was angry. Very angry. Kyro could easily sense that and only laughed as he twirled a strand of her hair around his finger.
He had only found her so enticing as a young girl he could imagine her more grown up. He licked his lips at his own fantasy, "w-w-what did you do t-t-o me-" She croaked out, Kyro laughed as he placed his elbow on his thigh and watched from the palm of his hand as the girl had slowly broken down as she was fighting the forced pill. He hummed again as he stared at her, watching in pure and utter amusement as she struggled to keep herself on her arms.
"Oh. That. The pill we forced down you. Don't worry. That is meant to knock you out." He clicked his tongue to the top of his mouth with greed, "for what!?" Kawarama had felt his heart pound against his ribs, Kyro lazily looked over to the angered brothers with his alarming smile. All three brothers had felt their stomachs twist and their hearts pound even harder. They had secretly known what they would do to her. Kunoichi's had always been deadly whenever it had come to war.
They were the easiest targets when captured. Men could only be tortured and face the physical and maybe mental pain of the effects of torture. But women. They had to be broken down physically and spiritually. It was far too many times that kunoichi's had been tortured and raped brutally. Where they would be traumatized and broken forever at times. That was something that couldn't be simply healed by a medical jutsu or the comfort of one's arms.
Akari had groaned softly as she fell to the ground, Kyro easily picked her up and thrown her over his shoulder, "you already know what." He stated. The three Senju brothers had watched helplessly as the girl who had healed them had been hanging from the man's shoulders. Kawarama and Tobirama had already known of what would happen to her, they had both knew what the man's intentions were. While poor Itama had only thought of her being hurt again.
Her small body swayed as she felt her vision fail her as she was placed on Kyro's shoulder. She only closed her eyes feeling the tears leak through her eyes, she wanted to not feel the pain, she already could imagine what was going to happen. They had intended that the entire time. She felt her breathing slip as her conscience hadn't been met with darkness but rather it was light, the sound of Kyro's voice echoed in her ear as she watched the light above her force her eyes open.
They had been in another room. Completely different. She sucked in her breath as she watched the grin spread on his face and heard the rattle of his belt, "you'll be awake for this."
Hey Guys! So I was going through the last chapter and noticed a lot of mistakes. To be honest I am terrible at writing, including everything from punctuation, grammar, and even damn spelling. Hells!
So don't mind me if I make a few mistakes here and there. I am always challenged to write a proper sentence. I mainly noticed some of the mistakes where from the first person to the third person, I usually write in the first person so writing in the third person is still unusual for me and definitely different! Though I hope you guys are enjoying it! Because I certainly love writing it.
Again I just want to let you know this fanfiction is based on my personal image of my character, meaning there may be things you and like and dislike, it won't be for everyone but I respect that. This story will be following the having the somewhat same plot as the original Naruto's but not entirely. I hope everyone can respect that.
To be honest I never thought I would have anyone reading this and simply wrote it because I thought the idea was so cool. But after seeing the reviews of you guys actually enjoying it makes me so HAPPY! I really am thankful for everything even though it is the third chapter. Lol.
NOTE: Just a reminder, this book with having some themes you all don't agree with, which can contain rape, sexual content, violence, possible incest? (Still questioning myself) And other themes. But I will be having sexual scenes with the OC, I will warn you ahead of time if you can or cannot handle it. But I just wanted to let you know.