Quick update, eh? Go me for my good work ethic!
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My mind screamed. It screeched from my vocal chords and into my spine and up to my brain. It burned. My skin burned. Against what, I didn't know. I arched my back and continued silently screaming.
I had woken up ten minutes ago. All I saw was a desk and two doors on either side of me. I didn't know was I was lying on top of, but it was wet and hot, thus extremely uncomfortable. I shuddered, the bare skin of my back rubbing against the rough wood of the platform I was on. I could feel the sweat run down my neck and arms. This room was boiling.
I had no clue where I was. The room was lit in an orange-like hue that very disorienting, and I disliked it. I felt my necklace fall to the side of my collarbone due to my struggling. Gasping for air, I dug my wrists into the binds that were holding me to the platform.
My eyebrows were pressing into each other and my ankles ached against the similar binds holding them down. I had no idea what these binds were, but they were stronger than anything I've ever come in contact with. My chest burned with anger and my eyes watered. I wasn't crying I was just angry.
My mind wandered all the way back to my house, where my mother and Mina-chan were. I wondered if they knew I was gone. I didn't know how long I had been knocked out. The last thing I remembered seeing was that head of blonde hair in my bedroom. I didn't know where he was anymore, nor the red or black haired ones either. I didn't even know where I was in the first place.
Twenty more minutes passed of my struggling and my angry tears were running down my face. I hadn't cried in years, and here I was, trapped in a dark room with wet eyes.
Were people coming to get me? Was I going to starve to death here? Or will I somehow escape? This was the first time I ever questioned if I was going to live or not. Throughout my entire life, I never thought about killing myself. Throughout all of the hate and pain I've went through, I wanted to show whoever was up in the sky that I was stronger than that. I wanted to live.
I swallowed the saliva that pooled in my mouth and collapsed back onto the platform, my arched back becoming straight again. My tears reached my lips and I sighed at the taste of water. Then did I realize how thirsty and hungry I was. I hadn't eaten since the ramen with the Hotaka and Seiji. Or whoever they are now.
I struggled for breath, the room now becoming unbearably muggy, and raced to find an escape plan. I had only been in here for about fifty minutes and was about to go insane.
My mother must be so worried.
I actually wondered if she was. Maybe she hadn't noticed, but what would happen when she did? Would she tell our leader? Would they send out a search party for me? Would they even care?
I was a monster after all.
What would my mother think of me having three boys in the house that I had just met the day beforehand? Would she be happy to know they beat me up and kidnapped me?
How could I have fallen for that? Was I really that stupid? I should have seen through their Genjutsu. All they were shadow clones, simple shadow clones. Had my eyes really not seen passed them?
I blinked and took in a breath of humid air through my mouth.
I screamed.
The sound ripped through my clogged throat and at first it was croaky and wretched. It hurt, but I didn't stop. I yelled, my screams echoing throughout the small room. I wondered if anyone heard me.
I could actually see why they captured me like they did. No one really knew about me so I wouldn't be greatly missed, while I possess a power greater than my whole village combined. Mother had told me before that if I ever released the thing inside of me, my whole town and possible neighboring ones would be in grave danger. And while my anger management wasn't my most skilled attribute, I've always managed to keep it together.
My wails never ceased, my desperate attempts at a rescue were pathetic. It's been at least four hours now and still no sign of any human life, let alone any life.
Another hour passed, and then another, until I finally stopped my screams. No one was coming for me, I was going to die. I began to accept it and I realized how truly weak I was. Was I really giving up after only four hours? How could I give in that easily?
I looked around the room and the bleak situation. There really was no escape plan.
I bent my neck downwards to come in contact with the material binding my throat. I couldn't see it from this position, but I felt the rough and burning material on my chin. I struggled and slipped my chin underneath the fabric, opened my mouth, and bit down on the rope like substance.
After a few seconds I realized that was not rope.
I spit it out and turned my head to the side to spit out the saliva that was forming in my mouth. What the hell was that? It tasted absolutely horrid!
"Rat poison..," I murmured to myself, offended that they'd use such an unpretentious precaution against me. Did they know who the hell I was!
I let out a growl and pulled at the poisoned rope confining me. There had to be some means of escape. Unless, someone was out to get me and destroy me. I know there are others like me. The ones with demons inside forever damned to a life of solitude. Unfortunately, I have never met someone like me. I wondered if they had already gone through this confinement and were left to die.
I let out a breath and fell back onto the wooden platform. My bare back stuck to the top of the board with sweat.
I closed my eyes.
I awoke with a piercing hunger, my need for food greater than it has ever been in my life. I groaned and tried to pull my hands up to clench my stomach but to no avail, my hands were still bound.
"Food…," I moaned, tilting my head to the side.
A deep chuckle answered me, barely audible and I thought I was imagining things. It had been at least a day now, for I slept as if I was going to bed for the night. I was surprised I had never awoken, but I was thankful all the same. The only thing I had heard in the last twenty four hours was the sound of my own voice. Other pitches and tones seemed to be a void to me.
My eyes shot open.
I looked around me and saw that the orange glow that used to illuminate this room was gone. I was completely blind. I looked down, unable to see my own hands.
"Fuck," I whispered, trying to move my hands, my heart beating into my chest.
"Who the fuck is there?" I murmured harshly, my voice rising into a girlish shriek.
"I see you have awakened, Fū," a voice called out causing me to jump out of shock. My nerves were shot and I struggled to respond.
Hiding my fear I loudly proclaimed, "I've been awake for a whole day in here! Where the hell am I?"
The chuckling continued, the voices growing stronger. There were multiple people in here.
The voice grunted and footsteps made their way towards me. I tensed.
"I suggest you address me with more respect, Fū, for I am not afraid to hurt you."
Hurt me my ass!
"Like I would respect some guy who kidnapped me! I'm not afraid of death, you know. You can hurt me all you want but I'll never respect someone who's treated me with so much disrespect as you have!" I sneered back, my nose up high. I wanted to see him try to hurt me.
The voice let out a low hum and walked a few steps away from me. A light click reached my ears and orange light filled my eyes. My vision returned.
Instead of the empty and dirty room I was in only a few hours ago, it was now occupied with about eight people, all of different ages and appearances, some even races. I believe one of them was blue at first glance.
Blinking a bit, I glared at the man closest to me. He had bright orange hair and pale skin with very many piercings on his face. His eyes were a strange purple swirl, almost hypnotic. I ground my teeth together and tried to give him my meanest glare.
"You should learn to filter what goes on in your brain," He said, his face lowering closer and closer to mine. He stopped mere inches away and as I was gathering spit in my mouth to shoot straight into his ugly face, I felt his hand touching mine.
"What the fu-!" I started but stopped when I heard a single snap on my left index finger.
"Aagh!" I yelped, water burning at my eyes. I tried moving my hand but that made the searing pain worse. I felt my hand throb and pulse in agony and sucked in air at the feeling. Looking down I saw my finger bent diagonally to the side towards my thumb. I then looked away, feeling nauseous.
Was I really being this big of a baby in this situation? These guys look like they could kill me by talking. I couldn't let them see my pain, but they already have.
After the initial shock wore down, I began to pant and look at the orange haired man. He looked me in the eye.
"You are with the Akatsuki."
I flicked my eyes to the people around me. A man with black hair and large creases on his face stood against a wall, his arms folded onto his chest. His eyes were closed and the man next to him, the man I thought was blue, turned out to be actually blue. He had short spiky hair and a large sword on his back. I cringed.
Sitting on the ground was a large man with slicked back silver hair and an exposed chest. Standing next to him was a man in a facial mask with piercing green eyes I could see through the dark. My eyes moved across from them to the wall on the other side of me where a man with shaggy red hair and slanty yet feminine looking eyes stood.
With his back and one leg against the wall a blonde man stood, significantly younger than the rest. He had long blonde hair, half of it up in a ponytail with long bangs covering one side of his face with bright blue eyes. I looked into his blue orbs and I somehow caught his attention, and the moment he looked into my eyes I knew who he was.
"You!" I screamed, anger burning inside of me. His eyes widened at my yell and he looked amused. He thought I was a joke.
"You're the one who fucking tricked me! You screwed me over! You got me here! Do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you?" I growled, lashing out. I pulled and pulled at my restraints, desperate to run over there and strangle the blonde to death.
The blonde just smirked and stayed put against the wall, looking away. "I'd like to see you put a scratch on me," He said cockily.
"Deidara," the man with orange hair said. The blonde looked at him with a serious expression and let out a "hmph," and returned to his same bored expression.
"Fū, Akatsuki is an organization that is aimed to alter the world. We want to change it, save it from the corruption that exists in it today. And to do that, we need your help," the orange haired man murmured to me, loud enough so the whole room could hear. I snorted.
"You want me to help you after you kidnap me?"
He looked at me. "Akatsuki has a bit of a….reputation. If we had approached you in a calm manner, you probably would have panicked and ran away. While we wished to have gotten you here in a safe approach, we had to resort to….uncomfortable actions. We apologize."
My lips were flat, my eyes blank.
I raised my eyebrows at him.
The blonde jackass gave me a look.
"You expect me to believe that?"
The orange haired man sighed. "Fū-san," I groaned, not the formalities, "We only need you to compromise and we won't hurt you. Help us reach our goal."
For a second I actually felt like going along with him.
Then I rethought this entire situation. I was captured by that blonde guy, Deidara, and two of his friends who were probably in this same room. Then I was left to starve and wait in a hot room while being tied down. Then I got my finger broken by a guy who is now trying to make me go and save the world with me.
I swallowed the saliva pooling in my throat.
"We assure you, if you oblige, we will not hurt you."
"…What's in it for me?"
The orange haired man sighed once again and pinched the bridge of his nose. I could tell I was irritating him.
"Freedom, in the end."
He promised me freedom. That's what made me miss and wish for my mother. I wanted her to tell me what to do. I'm sure that, despite her lack of education, she could have helped me out. I wanted to go home and watch television with her and talk to her about my day at dinner. I wanted her to yell at me to flush the toilet and to empty Mina-Chan's litter box.
That's what made me say okay.
A loud grunt was made in the background, probably by the man with slicked back hair. I ignored it.
"I'm glad we have your consent. This means very much, Fū-san, for the time being you will spend your time with Konan."
Only now did I notice the girl standing behind the orange haired man. She had short blue hair with a paper flower pinned in it and I was thankful to have another girl in this organization, even if it was only one.
With a quick slice the bind on my left hand was released, next my right hand, then my neck. My right hand shot to cradle my broken finger, and I hissed in pain when I touched it. My feet were next and I sat up, only to be pushed back down.
"Just to make sure, Fū-san, we are going to put you on chakra restraint. We apologize, but we can't take any chances of our plans being ruined."
Before I had time to reply he had done some hand seals and muttered a jutsu, a blue glow flowding quickly from him to me, confining my whole body in a blue light. I suddenly felt lightheaded and tired, and I struggled to stand on my own. The orange haired man was already at the door.
"Oh, and by the way, I am Pein."
And then he was gone. No one helped me stand and it seemed as if all of the "hospitality" that was just shown had vanished. The black haired man left along with his partner without a glance backwards. The gray haired back looked back and said "You've got some fucking guts, kid," and left.
I scoffed.
The red haired man made his way to leave while his partner turned his head to me.
He didn't say a word. He just stared. I didn't stare back, I glared. I think I hated him more than anyone else. The bastard thought I was a joke.
Maybe I was being cocky for being so angry in the presence of this highly elite organization, but due to my poor social skills, I didn't know how to correctly react in these situations. I only really knew how to be a bitch.
After everyone made their leave I looked to Konan. She had a serious expression on her face and I got the impression she wasn't going to be easy to get along with.
She began to walk away without a word and I assumed I should follow. I walked behind her through corridors and chambers, doors covering the walls we passed by. I wondered what could possibly fill up all of this space.
While walking through the corridors, Konan began to speak.
"You will be spending your remaining time with me. I advise you to lay low, for the people who reside here are not friendly. They will hurt you, along with Pein, if you do something out of line."
That's when I began to suspect something was up. But the thought was just a spark and I shoved it into the back of my head. All I had to focus on right then was getting home, and it seemed that the only way to do that was to wait this whole thing out. I didn't know what they wanted me for, or how they were going to use me, but I knew that if I ever wanted to see my mother again I'd have to go through it.
After Konan showed me her quarters, a small room with a single bed, desk, chair, and dresser, she left to meet with Pein and gave me strict orders not to leave, and even if I got any ideas she would be able to tell. I decided not to test her and sat down on the cold ground of her room. She didn't give me any blankets or sleeping supplies, so I assumed the floor was my bed.
My tired eyes didn't seem to care about my sleeping conditions anymore and I curled up by the foot of the bed and dreamed of the days to come.
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Woo! She has now entered the Akatsuki...and...DEIDARA! That's what she said!