Chapter three: What is your purpose?
"You called for me Granny Tsunade?"
A blond poked his head through the door after knocking and receiving a low come in.
"Yes Naruto. Please sit. This may be a while." Tsunade put her face in one of her palms with the other under her chin.
"Are you okay? What's wrong?" Naruto asked.
"Well Gaara and Kankuro are here with a problem."
"Yeah? What's the problem?"
"Temari's missing."
Naruto stared at her shocked. The three of them were just in Konoha not too long ago and now she's gone?
"For how long?" Naruto asked scooting to the edge of his seat.
"Four days. They're really upset about this. Especially Gaara."
"I know how he feels. So where do I come in?"
"I need you to help look for Temari. Gather the best team of Chuunin that you can find. I can't really tell you who's here right now and who's not. My hands are too full right now. I have a feeling the treaty is at risk right now."
"Don't worry Tsunade. I'll find Temari." Naruto told her walking toward the door.
"Oh one more thing Naruto."
"Yes?"
"Please try to keep Gaara calm. For his sake and ours."
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"Come on Itachi-san. The girl's stubborn. She won't give in."
"Don't count on that Kisame. She'll break. I'm close, I know it."
The two walked down the halls coming to a door on their right. Itachi grabbed the nob.
"But at the way you're been going at it seems your just going to end up killing her. She seems-"
Ignoring him Itachi walked inside, down into the darkness where they kept their prisoner. He walked down the stairs, his steps echoing and swallowed by the dark.
He stopped at the bottom staring into the shadows to see her. Chained to the wall. Her head down. Her skirt battered and torn reviling a large portion of her thighs.
Her top was in worse condition. The bottom of it looked to be burnt so high up. And her short sleeves had been ripped off and now drooped over. All was reviling a large amount of her breasts.
"Here to torment me again?" he heard her ask.
"It would all be a lot easier if you just answer my questions."
"I already told you. I'm not telling you anything."
"Not even if wasn't about Gaara?"
"I said I'm telling you anything."
She took a heavy blow to the chest. "What did I tell you about your tone?"
Temari made no response to her kidnapper. Why would he want to talk to her about anything other than Gaara? Did he want to know about her personal life, too?
"I can't even see why your risking your life for a village like that."
Temari raised her head, looking up in the darkness.
"I know your brother wasn't the only cause of your pain Temari. It was your whole village. Just because you were Gaara's sister made your life miserable."
And he was right. All she wanted was a normal ninja life. But being born into a deathly family with a brother that had emotional issues made it hard. And he could tell.
Sensing he hit a soft spot, Itachi moved on with his question.
"What is your purpose in life Temari?"
No answer.
"Come now Temari. There must be something?"
He stared deep into her eyes. Walking toward her he lifted her chin. Those fired eyes he saw that night. All that strength seemed to be gone. The fire was out and she was like an open book.
"Come now Temari. You can tell me anything. I'll listen." he told her, his voice filled with what sounded like (fake) concern. He moved his hand up her arm to the chain, braking it from the wall. He did the other side and kicked her legs free. She fell over his shoulder as she took a breath.
"I...I was never really wanted...I was always there because...because I'm older." she started. She was now on the floor with Itachi. One of his hands around her shoulder.
"Go on Temari. I'm listening."
"Father never wanted a girl...he wanted all boys...but he didn't get his wish. I was always left on the side...but no one knew that..."
Itachi kept listening, trying to hold back a smirk. She finally broke!
"Then that day came..." she trailed off.
"What happened Temari? You can tell me! What happened!?"
"...I...I felt it..."
"Felt what Temari!?"
"I felt broken...and torn..."