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Chapter 3: Meeting

Groggily opening her eyes to darkness, Tenten shifted her position on what seemed to be cold, hard concrete. The air was stuffy, with a slight mist mixed in. It had the strong smell of something that Tenten could not pinpoint. Sitting up, clutching her head with her right hand, she realized where the distressing smell was coming from: she was lying next to a pool of blood. With a quick check, she noticed that her shirt was also stained it blood. But what distressed her even more was that she knew it wasn't her blood as she had no cuts or scratches. In fact, as she remembered slowly, she had gone down with minimum amount damage to her body.

Shifting up a little more, her eyes fell upon the thick bars in front of her. "So that's where I am," she thought distastefully. To her right and left, there were thick walls and facing the cubicle of a jail cell was a single torch. It's light spilled into the front portion of the jail cell then dispersed into the darkness. This gave Tenten just about enough light to check her utility belt. However, it would have been useful if she still had her belt as she realized that it was gone. Feeling her forehead, she was assured of the fact that her Konoha forehead protector had also been removed.

Tenten crawled over to the back wall where she would be in full view of anyone passing and slumped down next to it. She sighed deeply as she pulled her legs closer to her and buried her face in her hands. "How am I going to get out of here?" She moaned out loud, her voice dripping with grief and misery.

"That's the point, you're not supposed to get out," a calm voice stated. Tenten whipped her head up and glared at the speaker who she recognized quite well.

"You….you traitor," Tenten couldn't help herself; she knew it wasn't his fault, but her anger was getting the best of her. The idea of someone actually leaving to be in her position at his own will was aggravating to her.

The boy gave her a bored look, but kept his silence, allowing her to continue her rant.

"You left all of your friends behind to join some evil kidnapper!" Tenten screamed, trying to stand up but a pain in her leg stopping her. As she dropped back down, feeling defeated, she murmured, "Just leave me alone."

The boy raised an eyebrow and shrugged. The raven haired boy was about to leave when he paused abruptly and turned to her, his eyes lifeless, yet serious, "Remember this from now on: I have no friends."

Even after an hour of the short, one sided conversation, his vengeance filled face was still fresh in Tenten's mind. She couldn't help but stare at the spot that was vacated when he casually strolled out. "Sasuke Uchiha…who are you really?"

Sasuke reclined on his hard, bed, glaring a hole in the ceiling. He was pissed and he knew why. He jumped up out of his bed, throwing the door open, he exited the dark, small room where he spent most of his time when he wasn't training. Slamming the door shut, Sasuke stalked through the halls until he reached the last door in one of the corridors.

The door flew out of the hinges with a powerful, chakra-infused kick aimed right at the center. Narrowing his eyes at the sight of the white haired man who merely looked up, amused, Sasuke growled, "Kabuto, what the hell have you been up to?"

Kabuto chuckled as he knew exactly what Sasuke meant: the newest 'prisoner', one of his old fellow Konoha genin.

"Why did you bring her here?" Sasuke demanded once more, clenching his fist tight. "You have no use for her!"

"Ah, Sasuke, I didn't know you cared," Kabuto teased mockingly. "So the big, bad Uchiha who wants to get revenge against his only brother has a heart. Who would have guessed?"

Sasuke slammed his hand into the wall adjacent to him, but regretted that immediately. His hand now was throbbing with pain, but he would not allow the white haired ninja to get the pleasure of seeing him pain so he quickly placed an indifferent expression on his face. "I don't care. But she's from Konoha and chances are they will be coming to look for her. Do you want to start another mess up now?"

Kabuto frowned, "I see your point. Put it was under Orochimaru-sama's orders that I brought her here."

Sasuke raised an eyebrow, quizzically, "What would Orochimaru want with her? From what I've heard she's only a weapons user."

"Look, Orochimaru, doesn't tell me everything so I don't know," Kabuto replied before glancing from the he was reading back to Sasuke. "If you don't mind, I have a book to finish."

Judging whether to threaten Kabuto to see if he had said everything that he knew or to just leave it, Sasuke decided that he needed to keep himself on the down low for now. So without a word, he silently left the room.

Four hours later…

The raven haired boy murmured another string of curses at the white haired ninja who had forced him into taking the new prisoner her dinner. If you could call it a dinner, of course. It consisted of a measly bowl of chicken water soup, with a higher concentration of water than of broth, and a small hunk of dry bread.

Sasuke finally reached the correct cell and glanced at the sole occupant: the brunette's head was down and she was leaning against the wall. He let out a soft cough to get her attention. He succeeded as her eyes lifted from off the ground and stared weakly into his eyes.

"What do you want?" She murmured almost inaudibly. Sasuke didn't reply but pushed the tray of 'food' towards her. She looked up at the boy, curiously, "What happened to your hand?"

Eyes widening slightly, Sasuke moved the hand in which he had slammed into the wall out of her view. It was shaking slightly and he guessed that she noticed it.

"What happened to your hand?" She repeated, alarmed. She stared into his raven eyes with such a look of worry that he diverted his eyes. For some odd reason, he began to think about the impact on the people in Konoha when he left. He couldn't pinpoint it but something was bothering him.

He slammed the door of the jail cell shut, leaving behind the pathetic brunette. He walked away, not daring himself to look back; he was too afraid that the emotions would take over. But as he exited the dungeon portion of Orochimaru's lair, he realized the feeling he had suppressed moments earlier: guilt. He didn't know why he had such feelings but he knew one thing: he wanted to get rid them.

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