Elevator.
"Tracker? What fucking tracker?"
"A tracker that will inform us of your every move and word. If we suspect you are attempting to give out information on us, we will kill you."
There's really nothing that compares to seeing men decked out in creepy suits. It makes your heart race, your pits sweat and your eyes shift. You just want to walk past them, glance back to make sure they aren't following you, then continue on with your life.
Sakura and Sasuke really couldn't do that, though.
Mainly because the two men they desperately wanted to avoid were walking towards them. They had their shades over their eyes, hats covering their heads (and their hair), black suits and black briefcases. They walked in synchronization, one just a tad shorter than the other. Both were cleanly shaven.
Moments later, Sakura's eyes widened. The shorter of the two was the one she encountered on the top floor, the one asking politely for his grandmother, the on she thought was rather attractive. She now had doubts about him really being Minoku-san's grandson.
Then she realized what he must have done.
"Sakura Haruno, Sasuke Uchiha, you will call me Scorpion. My partner here is…Dynamite," The shorter of the two stated stoically, the once lazy, embarrassed smile turned down, an impatient frown, "You will follow Dynamite and I to our cab, we will brief you there."
"Who the hell are you?" Sasuke demanded, practically shaking with rage. He really hated not knowing things involving his life, as anyone should.
"That," The taller of the two, Dynamite, grinned cockily, "Is absolutely none of your business. Don't fret your pretty little head about it."
Sasuke glared harshly at the man, who simply smirked, "I will not participate in this 'game' if I don't even know what I'm getting myself into."
"Sasuke-san," the shorter growled, "You are speaking inappropriately," He said, "I said we would brief you once we reached our cab. You are already involved in the game, and you would be wise to cooperate, or we will force you. I will assure you now, none of our methods are pleasant." He face remained calm, bored even, but his tone was highly irritated and he practically snarled the words.
"Sasuke," Sakura said, green eyes locking with his, "Just do it."
She sent him a message through her eyes, though he hardly got it, that told him to stay calm and go with the flow. Like he could do such a thing! He was being taken, kidnapped even, and he didn't have a clue as to why, or by who. All he knew was that the pink-haired girl was the cause of it. And for that, he hated her.
If he was stuck with her, so be it, but god help him if he was going to listen to a word she said. Just the fact that she was involved with kidnapping idiots such as these, there had to be something wrong with her.
Though, for some unknown reason, he quieted and followed the two creeps out of the building with no more trouble.
The clouds were a dark grey, promising rain. The streets were bustling with people and cars, as usual for midday in Konohagakure, Japan. Children were running up and down the street, screaming and laughing and singing and just being kids.
Adults were buying items at stands, chatting, chasing after kids, the usual. A nondescript black car was parked in front of the local hospital, the engine running and another man in a suit holding the back door open.
Scorpion and Dynamite made sure Sakura and Sasuke were in the back, before sliding in also. There we four seats, split into two, facing each other from opposite sides of the car. Dynamite and Scorpion sat on one side, Sakura and Sasuke on the other.
The interior of the car was plain, black material and nothing more. A rental car, as it seemed.
"Sakura-san, Leader has asked us to inform you that we will be meeting him at headquarters tomorrow afternoon for a mission briefing, Sasuke-san with join us, but first we must implant the tracker." Scorpion explained, frowning at her.
Sakura flinched, remembering the gruesome surgery she had endured, by an amateur medic no less, for the placement of her tracking chip.
"Tracker? What fucking tracker?" Sasuke demanded, not liking all this talk about placing things in his body. He most certainly didn't like being talked about as if he were not there.
"A tracker that will inform us of your every move and word. If we suspect you are attempting to give out information on us, we will kill you. It's also so we can hunt you down if you are ever needed again, such as Sakura-san." Scorpion said, leaning back in his seat.
"There is no way in Hell you are putting that thing in me." Sasuke refused, grey eyes flashing like lightning. Sakura frowned, she detested his swearing habit.
"Remember what he said earlier. We will force you, hm." The taller one stated, looking out of the window at the passing scenery.
Sasuke looked frustrated, angry and confused. Sakura, of course, knew exactly how he felt.
"It'll be over soon, Sasuke." She said, calmly, "Just relax."
Relax. Relax? How did she expect him to just "sit back" and "chill" while things were going on with him, his life, his body for Christ's sake. And she expected him to listen to her request. And relax. He almost laughed, almost called her insane. But he settled, once again, for heeding her advise and sitting back in his seat.
It seemed she had some dominance over him, some unseen power. Perhaps it was the fact that she had done this before, been in his position and knew how to deal with it. All he really knew, though, was that he didn't like it. Not at all. And it only added to his hatred for her.
"Whipped." Dynamite snickered, putting a hand over his mouth. Some "super secret ninja assassin spy…thing", he was, Sasuke thought bitterly, he can't even keep a calm façade.
"Hn." Sasuke grunted, turning his head to look out of the window, the city had turned to forest as they reached the border of Konohagakure and entered Amegakure, the land of endless rain.
True to it's name, rain poured down on them as they exited the car an hour into Amegakure, only to enter a shady looking building with no windows and a dirt floor. Sakura was shivering, for more than one reason. This is where they had forced the surgery on her, but of course, her chaperones were not as hospitable as these.
Dynamite and Scorpion led Sasuke and Sakura through the maze of hallways, to a blank hospital room, with a grey haired man adorning glare-attracting glasses.
"Hello, Sasuke-kun. My name is Kabuto, and I will be placing a chip in your brain that will allow us to track your movements and speech patterns. Our leader will also be able to communicate with you through this devise, when he deems it appropriate. So if you will allow me to give you some amnesia, we can get this operation done." He said, pushing up his glasses in the middle every now and then.
Sasuke glared and nearly declined, but Sakura gave him a look and he sighed, accepting the drug.
His last drowsy thought was, "Damn that pink-haired bitch. I will avenge my grandmother's goat's uncle for the ice cream she fed him. I swear to it."
And though his thoughts made no sense, he understood them perfectly when he woke up… three hours later, head throbbing and a pink haired "bitch" beaming at him from above.
Oh, yes, he would definitely avenge his grandmother's goat's uncle. He never really did like ice cream.