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Chapter 16: Welcome

Gaara, Naruto, and Sakura stared in horror as Itachi took Ana into his world of illusion and torture. Naruto steadied his hold on the unconscious Sasuke and frowned. This was different than the time he saw Itachi use Tsukuyomi (Moon Reader) on Sasuke.

For one thing, they stood still for more than three seconds. From what the kitsune knew, the genjutsu lasted for seventy-two hours in the mind of the victim but in reality was only three seconds.

For another, the scroll Ana held was glowing with a dark purple light. Gaara narrowed his eyes and confirmed that the chakra emanating from the scroll was his wife, Kina's.

Their eyes widened as Itachi began to scream.

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"Magen: Kyoten Chiten!" (Demonic Illusion: Mirror Heaven and Earth Change)

Itachi's red eyes widened in shock as the woman spread before him whispered the jutsu he created.

He thought that the only people who could use the technique were those who possessed the Sharingan. It was something he came up with to combat genjutsus and turn them against the user. He used it when that red-eyed kunoichi, Kurenai, trapped her in her death tree illusion so long ago.

Suddenly, the world shifted under his feet.

Instead of the red, black and white of the bedroom he created, he was now dressed in his old Uchiha clothing and standing in the middle of a busy city street. He narrowly dodged hulking metal creations and people as he tried to make his way to the side of the street.

Once there, he looked around, interested in this new world.

He knew the metal vehicles were called cars—he was well read and not that disoriented. The people didn't dress much differently from the people from his world. Except, in his world, men wore their pants around their waists, not around their asses, and girls in this world were more aggressive. If that was even possible.

"What the hell d'you think you're doin'?" a rough voice called out.

Itachi's shirt was grabbed from behind and he soon found himself face to face with a tall man.

He didn't look any different than the other people in the illusion. He fit the same color scheme as the rest. But something about his eyes made him seem more. More than an illusion.

The man was wiry with muscles, but not overly so, had hair that spiked everywhich way and a metal post through his left eyebrow. A tattoo covered his left shoulder and Itachi was intrigued when he noticed that it was the exact same tattoo the demon vessel, Kinabuhi, had.

The man threw the Uchiha against a brick wall and smiled when he coughed in pain. He was then dragged to an empty basketball court that was surrounded by a chain-link fence. The man pulled out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed Itachi to the fence with his arms above his head, but his elbows bent so that he could rest his hands on the top of his head if he wanted to.

He then pulled out a metal weapon. But Itachi had never seen or read about this type of weapon before. It was compact, made of pieces of metal that met at a little less than a right angle, and fit into his enemy's hand as well as a kunai would fit in the Uchiha's. The metal gleamed dully in the red moonlight and he watched as the man pulled the top half of the weapon towards him.

A distinct clicking sound echoed through the basketball court.

Feminine laughter followed the sound and both men turned to look at the two women next to each other near the only car parked in the area. Where Itachi, the man, and their surroundings were in stark shades of black, white, and red, the women glowed with blinding color.

One had long black hair that reached the back of her knees. But she wasn't dressed in the clothes that Itachi knew she favored. Short purple denim shorts covered her lower half while a black bikini top covered her ample breasts. A sleeveless half-jacket in dull green covered her shoulders and the upper part of her torso. She wore clunky black boots with their laces untied and a smirk graced her face. Chains circled her flat belly and he noticed that she had a small jewel hanging from her belly button as well as a silver post in her left eyebrow.

Purple eyes laughed at him as she sat on the roof of the small car. One foot rested on the slant of the windshield while the other leg swung carelessly against the side of the car. She rested on her elbow and stared at the trapped Uchiha.

The other woman smiled at him through identical purple eyes and swept her pure white bangs behind her ears. Sky blue pants hung off of her hips, low enough to show Itachi the purple lace of her undergarments. A matching purple bikini top covered her breasts and a sleeveless, dark blue, ankle-length coat covered the rest of her body. Fingerless black gloves ran up to her elbows and the glitter of multiple rings bounced from her knuckles. This woman also had a jewel hanging from her navel and a silver post in her eyebrow, but this one was on the right side instead of the left.

She stood, leaning against the hood of the car, ankles crossed and barefoot.

Both women held the same kind of weapon the man in front of him held.

"Well," the woman in blue muttered, looking around. "You wanted to see the world we came from. What do you think?"

Itachi tried to speak so that he could mutter a jutsu against the women, but was backhanded by the weapon in the taller man's hand.

"No," the woman in purple scolded. "No jutsus. Bad Itachi! Bad!"

The woman in blue looked at her companion and asked, "So what do you think of the Uchiha's first pistol whip, Mari?"

Mari tilted her head and thought about it. "It's okay for a start," she decided. "But we have at least three days to improve, Ateh Jocelyn."

"Who the hell are you?" Itachi spat on the man in front of him, getting a good-sized blob of blood and saliva on the man's black shirt.

He heard the woman, Mari, whisper, "Ah, hell no" before he felt the end of the metal weapon they all had against his temple. She grabbed his hair with her free hand and slammed his head back against the chain-link fence.

"No one spits on my brother," she snarled, holding the cold barrel against his head. "No onespits on my Kuya!"

Jocelyn called out from her spot by the car. "Oi, Mari! Don't get carried away! He's just an illusion anyway."

Mari snorted and the next moment she was back to lounging on the car as if nothing happened.

"Who are you?" he asked again.

Mari threw her companion a hurt look. "He doesn't know who we are, cousin," she cried.

"Of course he doesn't," Jocelyn responded. "He's in our world now. Let's enlighten him, shall we?"

Both women frowned in concentration for a moment and bright light surrounded them both. When the light cleared, purple/black wings spread from Mari's back while lavender/white wings belonged to Jocelyn. Mari slid off of the roof of the car and stood next to her cousin.

"Recognize us now, Itachi?" she asked.

"Kinabuhi," he breathed. "Ana."

"Not Ana," Jocelyn frowned. "Never call me Ana again, you bastard."

"How…?"

Jocelyn smirked at the Uchiha. "Poor man," she cooed. "Six years you spent with me and still you don't know which demon I hold within my body."

"It's a hawk demon," he said.

"And?" she prompted. When he didn't say anything else, she frowned. "I thought you were smarter than this, Itachi. Hell, Deidara and Sasori figured it out."

"You copied my jutsu," Itachi panted.

"Not just copied, my dear man," Jocelyn grinned. "I mirrored it perfectly."

"Mirror…? You're—"

"That's right," Mari smirked as she clapped her cousin on the back. "Jocelyn is the vessel for the hawk demoness Tsubakikan: demon of Mirrors, Reflections, and Light. She is the twin sister of Tsubakiri: demon of Mist, Illusion and Dark."

"Together they form the strongest source for genjutsu magic in the world," Itachi whispered as he remembered something he read long ago.

Jocelyn nodded and then looked up as if a thought just occurred to her. "How is Sasori by the way?"

"Dead."

She smiled and caressed the side of her weapon. "Good."

Mari tapped her cousin on the shoulder and said, "When you meet up with the physical me, I have a gift for you. Don't ask me now, but trust me, you'll like it."

"Girls," the man, Kuya, remarked. "We could get on with this, y'know."

"Forgive us," Jocelyn said. "There's just so much to talk about when you haven't seen someone for six years." The women smiled and pointed their weapons at the bound Itachi.

"D'you know about Kaguya Kimimaro's Teshi Sendan (Finger Bullet Drill)?" Mari asked in a bored voice. "Before he died, of course. Have you seen it?"

"Would you like to see what a real bullet from a real gun is like?" Jocelyn aimed for Itachi's ankle and pulled the trigger.

Itachi refused to yell as fiery pain spread from his left leg. He looked down and saw the bloodied mass that was his left foot. It felt like someone pushed a hot poker through his flesh and left it there. His leg spasmed and shook.

"You're aim's off, coz," Mari commented. "You hit his foot."

Kuya immediately bent down and bandaged the wound so that Itachi wouldn't pass out or die from the rapid blood loss. That was his purpose in this world of illusion—patch the Uchiha up enough that he didn't die from what his girls were going to do to him.

"Can you do better?" Jocelyn asked, pissed that Mari was right.

"Of course," Mari answered. She calmly raised the gun, aimed, fired, and lowered the weapon in one smooth motion. They both tilted their heads to the right as Itachi's right kneecap exploded with a satisfying sound of crunching bone and torn ligaments.

"You busted an artery," Kuya commented as he ran his hand over Itachi. Dull white light covered his knee and Itachi felt the wound cauterize itself. He still felt the pain, but he wasn't loosing any more blood.

Itachi leaned his head back against the fence and looked up at the blood red moon. He still had around seventy hours of this if he couldn't reverse the jutsu. The feel of a warm muzzle against his left thigh brought his gaze from the moon and onto the woman in front of him.

Such a small woman, he thought angrily. Mari barely came up to his shoulder and still, she and her cousin had the power to trap him in his own genjutsu.

"If you think that the pain you're feeling right now is bad," she whispered. "You haven't felt pain."

She then pulled the trigger and shot Itachi's thigh at point blank range.

Muscle, blood, and bone splattered everywhere and covered Mari's hand and legs. She didn't mind though. She was the daughter of a surgeon, the sister of a medical genius, and the wife of Sabaku no Gaara. No…blood and guts didn't bother her in the least.

Jocelyn appeared on his other side and he felt her gun against his crotch. His bladder failed him and he noticed the disgusted faces of the women. He only had a second to curse his body before the bullet burned its path through his groin.

She pressed her lips to his ear and smiled. "Consider that payback for the six years you spent raping me in this godforsaken illusion," she whispered. He remained silent, but his eyes screamed his hatred for the demon vessel.

"Hey, Jocelyn," Mari yelled out. The two at the fence looked over and saw that Mari was back in her position by the car. "I bet you a shrimp scampi dinner that I can shoot his ear off from here."

Jocelyn grinned and ran over to her cousin. "Do it hanging upside down and I'll make it all-you-can-eat," she agreed.

Itachi closed his eyes and prayed that Mari would lose the bet.

She didn't.

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Itachi groaned and closed his eyes as the sailboat bobbed gently in the still ocean. From what he could tell, it was now the fifth day he was trapped in this genjutsu. The women tortured him using guns, knives, hot pokers and chains, as well as honey and fire ants.

The Akatsuki member had a whole new respect for the ingenuity and aptitude of Gaara's wife for torture techniques.

Now they were performing their own form of Water Torture on him.

Kuya disappeared around the third day, so he was left to the devices of the two demon vessels. Jocelyn tore all of his bandages off and made sure to open as many of the scabbed wounds as possible. Mari recreated a strip of beach and ocean she called "Santa Monica" and created a sailboat.

Once out to sea, the girls tied ropes around his arms and threw him over the side of the boat.

The salt water stung his wounds and attracted the attention of several sea creatures that thought it would be amusing to play and nibble at the injured man. He knew the stinging of his body was caused by more than the ocean water and his guess was confirmed when Jocelyn and Mari leaned over the side of the boat to look down at him.

"Our water's pretty polluted," Jocelyn admitted.

"The water in your world is better," Mari added. "You respect nature and don't dump all sorts of chemicals into your oceans."

"Chemicals like chlorine or peroxide."

"Or Mercury," Mari added.

"I bet they don't throw out glass and used syringes into their oceans either," Jocelyn murmured.

Mari looked at her cousin and nodded. "They don't," she said. "The water's so blue, Jocy. When you're better and the twins are older, I'll take you all to see it."

"I'll take you up on that offer," Jocelyn laughed at the old nickname. "But first we have to finish with this guy, Mari."

"How many days has it been anyway?"

"Five…" Itachi croaked.

The women frowned. Five days and he could still talk? They obviously didn't do enough damage to the man.

Jocelyn smirked and stood on the deck above Itachi's head. She ran through a series of seals and grinned when the Uchiha recognized the jutsu.

"No…" he whimpered, finally broken.

"Yes," Jocelyn whispered, finally victorious.

"Suiton: Goshokuzame!" (Water Release: Five Eating Sharks)

Itachi looked on in horror as five sharks came out of the water and attacked him.

Anguished screams filled the air and no music could be sweeter to the two women on the boat.

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Itachi let go of Ana and fell onto his back. She stared at the man and kicked his side with her foot. When he didn't respond, the woman bent and picked up the bandage he ripped off of her. She retied the black cloth over her damaged eye and turned to the staring shinobi.

"He's in a coma," she stated. "We should bring him with us."

Sakura nodded and together, they all left Kisame and Itachi's apartment.

"You can call me Jocelyn, by the way."

A/N:

Story's not over yet…

Sorry guys, but with my schedule and some other problems arising in my life, I can only update this story twice a week—at most.

I know that most of you regular readers like YamiKitsuneKami, Kira, and IceNight009 are used to me updating every weekday, but things are outta my hands right now.

Hope you understand and keep reading this story.

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