-the whole town?
A voice?
-ekkei Genkai.
No…Two voices?
-your responsibility.
The voices stopped but footsteps replaced them. There was a dulling ache in her neck and her body felt heavy with fatigue. She forced her eyes to open when she heard the familiar sound of locks and a door opening. Her eyes trailed to the shadowy figure at the door way. What was this place? A cell? The figure stepped inside and another followed. The first had a heavy, powerful aura that felt like a weight on her own being while the other seemed more feminine and light but still very ominous.
The feminine figure knelt beside her weak body, helping her onto her back and slowly sitting her up. Kagura growled, knowing these two were responsible for her losing her taste of freedom again; putting her in a cell like an animal. But the woman showed no reaction. The feeling of binding was on her wrists. Looking over her shoulder to her bound wrists, she could see it was handcuffs…but these handcuffs were draining her of chakra. She looked back over to the figure keeping her up. Now she looked closely enough, she had blue hair partially put up in a bun with a paper rose. She had the same eye color as she did, an amber-yellow as well as pale skin that could rival the color of…paper? But her attire was what struck her. A black cloak…with blood red clouds. Kagura seethed through her clenched teeth at this, remembering how she gotten to wherever this place was.
"Bastards…" She muttered. The blue haired woman sighed and unlocked the cuffs on her wrists, the other watching closely. The tall figure had the same cloak but this person's eyes…They were like two puddles where the ripples were frozen in place. But the dark didn't give much to see on this other figure before her. Kagura weakly brought her numb arms in front of her, placing them limply on her lap, clenching and unclenching her fists to regain feeling.
"What is your name?" The deep voice of the tall figure jolted her out of her daze but she ended up narrowing her eyes, glaring at the figure.
"Why should I tell someone like you?" She retorted, feeling her chakra starting to come back but her strength still numb.
"You are in no position to try anything so just cooperate." She glared hard at his figure, wishing her strength would come back already so she could shred him to ribbons. But he was right even if she hated to admit it.
"Tetsuyoshi Kagura…" She growled as he nodded.
"You're a part of the Tetsuyoshi bloodline…Is that right?" Kagura nodded.
"I see…" He turned to the blue haired woman, "Konan, find her a more suitable room and gather the others for a meeting." And with that he left. The woman, she now learned was Konan, helped her to her feet. She could feel the blood rushing and the annoying tingling feeling in her legs. With Konan's help, she led her out of the suffocating cell and to a cozier room. A soft bed and a small desk and dresser as well as a private bathroom. She relaxed in the softness of the bed, her muscles aching and her face feeling dirty as the rest of her person. But she ignored the feeling and slipped into a deep and much needed soft slumber.
"It's settled then." Pein stood at the head of the meeting table, "She stays and we keep Orochimaru from capturing her again." Each person present nodded and stood up as the meeting was dismissed. Their Leader had put Hidan and Kakuzu to watch her in case she had tried to escape; she seemed like the type. From the knowledge they had, Orochimaru had taken Kagura after her ability was discovered as a child. With such a power, he could have used her as a new body as he would try with the Uchiha boy. The Akatsuki wouldn't let that happen. Period.
"Jashin; I can't believe we got stuck babysitting that fucking woman." Hidan groaned, snagging an apple as they sat in the barren kitchen. Deidara and Sasori soon joined them, curious about this new comer.
"Does she seem like a good fighter, un?" The bomber asked.
"She destroyed a whole fucking town for Jashin sake! And she didn't even leave a single fucking survivor!" Hidan said, tossing the apple core over his shoulder, "Kakuzu and I were smart enough to get the hell out of there to see what she could do."
"Let's hope she doesn't destroy the base, too." Sasori mumbled, crossing his arms. Hidan and Deidara just laughed while Kakuzu remained quiet, calculating the cost of having another member, a female no less, in Akatsuki. Well, Konan didn't spend much; Mostly just buys tons of paper and…feminine products. Hopefully, Kagura would be no different and not cause too much damage.
Kagura blinked once, twice, three times until she finally opened her eyes to the dark room she resided in. She hadn't known she was so exhausted. Then again, she had been through a lot since her escape. She was so tired; she thought she might fall asleep again. That is until she remembered where she was. She sat up, looking around the room now that her eyes were becoming accustomed to the dark. No one but herself. She hopped off the bed and looked down at herself when she realized something was off. She wasn't in her clothes but a simple black shirt with sleeves that went to her elbows and matching pants that went down to her knees. She found a pair of normal black shoes beside the bed, slipping them on without hesitation. She was getting out of here. Now.
Kagura slowly turned the cold knob of her door and peeked through the crack, no seeing a single soul in the hallway. Opening the door a little wider, her amber-yellow eyes flashed left and right. Those three silent seconds were all she needed to signal she was in the clear. She took off. Where? Hopefully, the exit from this unknown place she had been taken to. Left, left, right, left, straight…dead end. She growled and went back, taking a different path. 20 minutes of running into dead ends, she thought she was getting further than with any of the other paths. But something wasn't right. She could feel something in her stomach that said "run faster, they know, run faster". At that, she could hear a loud string of curses from what she guessed was the room she was locked away in.
"YOU LITTLE BITCH! I'LL FIND YOU AND FUCKING SLICE OFF YOUR LEGS TO MAKE SURE YOU DON'T RUN AGAIN!" They were angry; they were coming and would show no mercy.
Kagura's legs ran faster on their own. She could hear her heart thumping, her breaths coming out in ragged pants and sweat sliding down her temple. It was just like back then; running from that bastard snake until he caught her cornered, locking her in a single cell. But these people weren't Orochimaru; they were something much more threatening. A corner appeared and she halted, pressing her back against the wall, peeking ever so slightly around it. Now that they knew, caution was to be taken. All clear. Kagura started again until an explosion stopped her in her tracks. She jumped back, coughing from the dust. She saw two figures as the dust subsided to see them clearly. One had blonde hair partially done in a ponytail and some covering his left eye. The other was a little shorter with wavy, red hair and brown eyes. Kagura narrowed her eyes, recognizing those damned cloaks of theirs.
"Sasori-no-danna," The blonde looked to the redhead, "I'll take her first, un." He held his hands in front of him, showing the little mouths on his palms, chewing on something. She growled, shifting both of her hands and forearms in to their solid, blade form. Both seemed amused; her glare grew harder. She attacked first, aiming the blonde. But he smirked and threw small, strange looking white sculptures in her direction. Kagura's eyes shot to one that looked like a spider then back to the blonde. All she saw then was a flash. She was thrown back, barely landing on her feet with her metal limbs in front her that had somewhat shielded her from the blast. But she was given no time to relax. Three more came her way. Time to switch to offence. Dashing toward the ticking sculpture bombs, she sliced each of them in half. The dust cleared but something was off. The redhead was missing.
A sharp sound caught her ears and her reflexes quickly reacted; snapping her body around and deflecting whatever was thrown in her direction. A loud clank was heard and she looked down at the senbon needles. But it wasn't just the needles themselves. A dark purple substance was sliding down the side; poison. Before she could react, more needles flew her way. That damn redhead. She kissed her teeth in irritation and bolted toward the shroud of needles flying toward her. Left, right, duck, twist. Dodging the needle was almost like a dance; never missing a step and moving her body as if to music. That is, until the puppet master had an extra trick up his sleeve. One last single needle was shot from his puppet, aiming directly to an exposed pressure point on the junction of her neck and shoulder. As the dance with the needles subsided, the last one struck her without warning. The blonde had reappeared behind the redhead, complaining about how he almost got hit but her hearing and sight became fuzzy until her muscles gave in. But she ripped the needle from her flesh, holding a now normal hand to the small bleeding wound.
"Eternal art will always win in the end." Were his last words she heard before her consciousness began to slip. These red cloud people be damned. Once again, she was out.