Was in a bit of a hurry to post this but if I catch any major grammar or structure mistakes I will go back and fix them. Well tell me what you think?;p
CH8
To think that sixteen Anbu could be taken down in under seventy two hours was saying something. Especially if three of the Anbu were hyuuga, two were Aburame, two Inuzuka and a Senju not to mention the others who were handpicked by Danzo himself for this mission. The mission had started out well, too well. No major patrols stopped them and only a quick scuffle with some local rain ninja but that was to be expected.
As they neared the location of the lab however they were met by twenty five hooded men, ones that they sensed but couldn't evade. Only one had his hood off a blue skinned sharklike individual Hoshigaki, Kisame from the bingo book. Tobirama recognized him instantly. His chakra levels were almost as high as that not so secret kyuubi Jinchūriki, or least not so secret to him due to his sensing abilities. The ranges of the chakra levels of the other individuals were decent with one or two slightly above the norm but he felt so many different chakra signatures that it had put him off. How could so many shinobi form different villages come together? Mist, Rock, Rain?
The fight had been a long one. He was pitted against the water user. Half his chakra was wasted in the push and pull of taking control of the water and that disgusting sword which drained the opponent of his chakra. Fortunately Kusanagi helped with that. If there was anything he had accomplished it was killing that sword Samahada was it? He was not surprised when it bled, it seemed to him more of an animal summoning then a sword. But killing it had cost him another thirty percent of his chakra, without including the chakra molding. By then it was obvious that they were fighting a losing battle. Although around twenty one of the enemy forces were killed the other four included Kisame who took great pleasure in forcing the dead scales to shred the muscles off his left arm. This is how the torture began….
If being tied down wasn't embarrassing enough, it was a kid no older than ten by his standards who was the "chief" medic.
"Hey Kabuto! Let me play with him a bit!" A shark scale shredded his flesh as the man laughed soon joined in by the child. He gritted his teeth this was nothing he had been hurt far worse; he just hoped that his message would reach the Hokage.
"Alright Kisame that's enough time for me to start!" The boy clapped his hands together ordering the "test subjects" to be locked away. The first few days had passed listening to the screams of the other Anbu or whatever other poor creature the insane freak wanted for his "research." He sat in a kneeling position with the other "experiments" waiting his turned as his mind tried to calculate an escape route to no avail. His chakra was too low and they were injecting them with some sort of drug which made moving painful. It was soon apparent that there were "rounds." And if you survived the first round of pain your reward a second.
A shard of glass was dragged across his arms making odd indents into his flesh. He bit his lip to prevent a scream. It was enough that the other Anbu had been forced to watch another member of their team turn to insanity making nine who went mad two of them hyuuga. The shards jagged edges kept cutting deeper and deeper toward the bone. Then there was nothing. And then it began anew, the tearing of skin. He could have made it through rather well if they hadn't decided to introduce a foreign element into his body. It was something sickly and black heavy with some sort of chakra. It was smeared on the cuts and then he was thrown into a cell.
Fire it was everywhere and nowhere, feeding on his insides, ripping through his organs. It felt wrong, a parasite that his body was adamantly rejecting. He couldn't remember much after. Only that he was hurting and the pain was growing worse. It died out only to howl again making him aware of every cell that made up his body; it wreaked havoc living off what seemed to be his chakra.
Hours or was it days later he was dragged into another room. By this point his chakra was molding itself in and out involuntarily giving him painful on and off flashes of anyone and everyone's chakra within a mile radius. The flashed would have helped but he was so exhausted from lack of nourishment and sleep that his mind lost focus every time he tried to get a reading. The white haired brat seemed elated at some breakthrough or other making the smirk on his face a sharp contrast to his young age, regardless if Tobirama ever made it out alive he doubted he would be able to look at his own face in the mirror for quite a while, maybe some hair dye was in order. Something else was injected through a syringe. This he knew was definitely a poison, the color and smell screamed danger to his eyes.
If he thought the pain of phase one was awful phase two gave the word a new meaning. The poison coursed through his veins like sharp lead. Every heartbeat hurt like as if he was having a seizure. The pain was excruciating. Sometimes he called for Anko but mostly for his Sensei. It was admittedly childish and ridiculously pathetic but that was in how much pain he had been in. He never called for Nawaki though. His "uncle," who was more like a cousin had died years ago. And never parents who he only vaguely remembered and maybe only once for his aunt. Tsunade in his mind needed his help more then he doubted he would ever need hers. He didn't begrudge her leaving the village especially after how much she had sacrificed but she could have at least told him she was leaving. Not left a note stating that the last member of his family had been another casualty to the war. It was a ridiculous grudge for a grown man but one he couldn't help indulge in now when he was on the floor reduced to nothing, his soul being literally dragged from his body, every single aspect of his life suddenly being scrutinized through a twisted lens of pain.
His mind screamed that the pain would pass but it didn't. It gave him calculated measurements of how long he could hold out but that numbers frightened him. He recalled coughing out blood at times his throat sore from so much screaming and begging for an end. Occasionally the shark-nin passed by to "check" on him. One time he sat down and told Tobirama that it was such a shame they were on "opposite ends" and that Tobirama would have made a fine "apprentice" as a next generation for the seven swordsmen. He also vaguely recalled attacking the man using a Kunai he had forced from Kisame's own hand. Apparently that had indicated that he had passed phase two. Phase three was confusing, mainly because it was hard to be both in a genjutsu and in pain as pain usually freed the user from a genjutsu. It was like an on and of light switch. One moment he was in a field covered in blood and bodies and the next he was shuddering in a damp cell at this point too tired to move yell or even open his eyes. Something was stuck through his hands feeling just as bad as when he had been run through with Kusanagi, cold was added to the list of uncomfortablities. Vaguely he recalled being placed in a room with others. He couldn't see who they were or care for that matter. Thinking was difficult moving impossible and suddenly he found himself lying on water the sun a red orange hue. The water felt cool and inviting. But he couldn't move stretched out as he was, the water seeming to stick him to it like thick syrup. A water dragon emerged glittering with the dark reds and purple rays of the sun that were trapped by the transparent water. Suddenly he heard laughter. Nawaki? The laughter sounded like his alright. Then the dragon dived spraying his hot face with cool water and he was back in his body. Someone had summoned his wolf. He could sense it vaguely. It and other blurred chakra signatures. His head was pounding from the unclear transmissions.
Suddenly he felt lightheaded, he fought to stay but the genjutsu was trapping him again. Something yanked him back down dispelling the illusion. He could feel to ice cold hands on his forehead, or was it he who was so hot? He couldn't sense the chakra of whoever it was but he caught.- too far gone."
"Sen'sei?" The voice was his, it sounded better then he felt, and to be truth full he doubted anyone else would have showed up for various reasons he didn't want to think about right now. But Orochimaru was here and though his mind was nearly broken the half still intact stated that, that was all that was needed. Duty came first as always and a report was in order regardless his own mental state…The genjutsu ended abruptly. He fell to his knees in defeat the memories tearing his soul apart. He was fully drenched in sweat now shuddering. It was all an illusion, the pain wasn't real. Oh but it was! As real as all the other memories of the torture, he gasped trying to steady his mind and catch his breath. He was Senju bloodline limit or not he had inherited their insane willpower. He fought against the darkness not understanding why he did so himself. Death seemed like release so why was he fighting to live?
"Interesting…." The cold voice cut through the haze. Suddenly he was in another accursed realm. Crows scratched at him mercilessly as he tried in futile to ward them away. Itachi pointed a finger at him letting loose a crow larger than the rest. It tore his lips apart forcing itself into his mouth and down his gut ripping his heart to shreds. Then there was merciful darkness.
