Kidnapped

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

Warnings: Abuse, Rape, Neglect.

This story was inspired by Kidnapped, which was written by bruised fingers.

'Thoughts'
'Inner Itachi'
'Flashbacks'
'Dreams'
"Talking"
POV
A/N: Author's Note

Chapter 5

Sasuke's POV

I sighed, as my eyes began to close, I was ready to fall asleep. I hadn't seen Tenshi very much lately, except for when he came and fed me food, but he didn't talk to me when he did that. I used to get fed three times a day, but the three times a day had turned to two, and the two had turned to one, and the on turned into a big fat zero. I felt abandoned and I was hungry. Sitting in the corner of the dark room, I wanted light and warmth. 'It's been two days since Tenshi last came to see me, let alone be in the house.' No noises came form the outside door. Sometimes I'd hear his dog walking around, but there wasn't any human footsteps accompanying it. The dog would sometimes lie in front of the door, other times it would pace or scratch on the door. It sounded like a small dog, perhaps a beagle.

I finally started to drift off to sleep, when I heard the dog barking loudly in a threatening tone outside of the door. I jumped, my eyes flying open right away. My heart raced, but I calmed down when I realized something had just scared the dog. I sighed and stared at the door blankly; waiting for the dog to calm down. The dog did stop after a while, but then started whining and walking away, farther into the house his whine fading along with his footsteps.

The house fell silent again. I looked around the room and spotted a bookshelf. Near the bookshelf was, there was a window with the curtains pulled tightly together to cover it. 'If I can stand up, I might be able to get out of here.' It didn't sound like Tenshi was around anyway, so if I made a noise, it wouldn't really matter. It wasn't likely that there were neighbors around and if there were I would just end up being drug back home by the cops. After all neighbors always called the cops if they heard the windows breaking. 'But if the neighbor was a cop would they still call the cops? Maybe for backup…?' I shook my head, ridding myself of the distracting thoughts, I needed to do this as quickly as possible …I couldn't get caught now.

AT first the idea seemed like a complete failure, I fell over the minute I even got on my feet. I groaned, as a small whimper of pain escaped my mouth, as I hit the wooden floor, but that wouldn't stop me, I tired again. Putting my face at the top of the bookshelf, I started to pull myself up. I leaned against the bookshelf, trying to get my balance, I finally got myself together. When I first started to walk towards the window, I felt pain jerk through my legs, but I ignored the pain and soon got used to it. Finally I reached the window, it seemed as if the whole plan had been a success, I'm almost jumped for joy.

"Where do you think you're going?" Tenshi's voice sounded from behind. I froze and slowly turned my head to find Tenshi right behind me. Tenshi didn't look very happy, he had a frown printed on his face and his hair was all messy. I gulped and shivered slightly at the sight of Tenshi. I was in trouble …that much was obvious.

Tenshi grabbed my hair and pulled me away from the window, throwing me against the floor. I groaned in pain as I once again felt the sensation of hitting the wooden floor. Tenshi towered over me, as he delivered a kick to my side. Pin shot through my body, as I realized I was more injured than I thought.

"Let me tell you one thing," Tenshi said, picking me up by my hair again and pushing me against the far wall, far away from the window. Before I could even tell what was happening the ropes were off my hands, but now my hand were restrained against the wall by some sort of metal, leaving me hanging in the air. This reminded me of a torture movie I had once seen, where the victim was be held against the wall by chain as he got whipped. I panted and looked up at Tenshi; my face was contorted into a mixture of fear and pain. He pulled out a knife and wrote the Japanese kanji for Sasuke on my stomach. I somehow managed not to cry out in pain as he did this, it would definitely be a scar, I would be marked as Sasuke forever.

"Don't mess with me." Tenshi said and with those words said Tenshi walked out, slamming the door behind him. Tears fell down my face, mixing with the blood on the floor and helping stain it. 'I had almost made it, I had almost escaped. …Why do I have to be such a failure?'

Once again I heard the dog lay down next to the door.

Itachi's POV

I groaned and opened my eyes. For a minute, I thought I wasn't going to see anything. Wouldn't that have just been great, and then I could've played the game 'Try To Find Your Brother Without Your Eyesight, But If You Want To Be A Douche Try To Find Your Way Home Without Your Eyesight.' Luckily I saw the light hit me and I looked down at myself. Half of my body was sticking out from under the wood and the rest of my body was above it. I had fallen through the floor, but had stopped halfway through it. The wood cut and jabbed through my shirt and into my skin, blood was pouring down from the wounds. I sighed and began pulling myself up ignoring the sharp pain that hit me. Finally, I budged myself loose, though I received severe pain, and I pulled myself out and onto the wooden floor that hadn't broken. I panted and looked at my shirt. It was completely torn, ready to meet the trash bag. The wounds had grown bigger when I pulled myself out and blood was now pouring down my waist. I stood up and moved towards the ladder. 'This tree house must've been old if I broke through it.' I'm not fat, I'm actually very light; I was great at jumping through trees at a fast pace.

It hurt to move. I had probably broken something, maybe a rib. I wouldn't have been surprised if I had broken a rib, especially, because of the way the wood had had stabbed into my chest. When I had got down from the tree, I blinked; there was a rope under the floor I had just fallen through, hanging from the tree house. I was a little suspicious, but I decided to ignore it and keep going. 'No point in stopping and investigating every little thing.' I wasn't going to go home, I had bandages, they'd do …for now.

I looked around for where I had set my bag, and saw it was no longer there. I sighed, trying to get rid of the anger that was consuming me. I sat down and then decided that I would go home, so I stood back up. 'I guess I'll look again tomorrow.'

'Smart idea Itachi; get hurt every time you go searching.'

'It's your own fault for being nosey'

'Shut up!'

I finally stopped arguing with myself and walked home. Mikoto was so going to flip.

Kasumi's POV

I sat down across from Mikoto at the small table. Mikoto slowly sipped her tea, staring at the cup as she drank. The sun blazed on them through the windows. The house was completely empty, except for some groaning upstairs …probably from Itachi's room, I guessed. She remembered how in the letter it had said Itachi had had a coughing fit in the forest and I figured that, because of that Mikoto had kept him in his room.

"Itachi went searching again yesterday," Mikoto said, setting her cup down. I nodded even though I had just been denied of all explanations. Mikoto seemed tired and frustrated; then again anyone with a heart would be after their youngest child went missing. I thought she was taking it quite well. At least at the moment she was.

"He fractured two ribs, and he is suffering from minor blood loss," Mikoto said, as she began circling the inner rim of the teacup. I almost choked on my tea; I set it down quickly and had to cough for a few seconds, until I got it out of my system. Then I looked at Mikoto, as if she was lying, but Mikoto solemnly shook her head, indicating that it was all the truth. I was at a loss for words and when I opened up my mouth to speak, Mikoto held up her hand.

"Don't worry about it. He'll ne all right; he's very strong. This is just showing his concern for Sasuke, that's all." Mikoto said, her cup up again and sipping it. I nodded, sipping my tea also. The image of Itachi jumping through the trees as fast as he could go. Then, a small branch got in his way and he pushed it aside, because he didn't want his hair to get caught on it. Then he looked back at his path only to run into a big tree trunk. No, Itachi couldn't possibly be that stupid. He most likely got something jabbed, or he fell, but then again it could be a combination of both. I have no idea what it could've been if it had been both though.

"Anyway, about Sasuke. It seemed like a normal day when he disappeared. He always goes to the store for me, because I always realize I'm missing something in the middle of cooking. Of course, I would have made bread for dinner if that could have prevented Sasuke from vanishing," She said, pausing to sip her tea again, "and when he didn't return, I got worried, but I hid it. Itachi went out to get Sasuke when Fugaku and I were having a fight; we closed the bedroom doors just, as Itachi left. Itachi came back and opened up both the bedroom doors and the last thing I remember him saying was 'He's gone', the rest I don't bother remembering." The story hit me with a loud bang, coming in slow at first, and then it hit my heart at the last sentence. I stood up and hugged my sister tightly.

Before I knew it, it was 4:00 and Mikoto was still sobbing into my chest.

Sasuke's POV

I woke up again, and tried to move, only to be met with a painful shock that shot through my body. I whimpered in pain, and then looked at the chains that were on my hands. My eyes moved along my body, I noticed that I was coved in blood, I could still make out the Japanese kanji for Sasuke though, it was incredibly neat and painful. I could still see some of the white stuff that had crusted on my legs from that time that guy had done whatever he had done to me. I was a mess, the first thing I wanted when I got out was a bath. That was, if I made it out.

'Don't even think about that. You'll get out of this. I mean, Niisan could appear any minute now… right?' I looked at the blood stained floor. 'What if Itachi doesn't come for me? What if Itachi just gave up and forgot about me? What if Itachi didn't even look for me and father and Niisan convinced mother that I'm just a worthless child?' I didn't want to think about that, but I couldn't really help it. It felt like I had stared at the blood stained ground for hours. I stared at the ground fro hours with heartbroken ebony eyes. 'Niisan never really seemed to care much anyway; he never trains with me and he is constantly away on missions. Niisan won't have time to save me from here, from my own personal hell.'

Slowly, the door to the room creaked open, taking me from my thoughts. I looked up to meet my kidnappers pale grey eyes, with my own.

A/N: I hope you liked it, I really didn't know whose POV would be better for the sister's talk, but I think I made a good choice, but you can always tell me what you thought of the chapter in your review. Originally this chapter was going to be part of 4, but I decided to make you guys wait a little, because some things are better if you have to wait for them. And remember the more reviews I get the quicker I update, but I won't start the new chapter at all until I get at least one review for this one. Oh yeah and even though this one isn't over yet if you like this one you should check out my other Itachi/Sasuke story, it's called Bonds. Until next time ; P