Torture and Recovery

Part One: Torture

Chapter Two: Kisame's Tamed Mare

I watch as she falls to the ground, her bruised body trembling and shaking with pain after I cut her chest, barely missing her throat. Then, with her weak arms and long wobbly legs she stands back up. I watch as she holds her hands up, as if she plans on actually attacking me. Why does she bother? She knows she can't. Why doesn't she give in. Give up. She's stubborn, and her icy, blue eyes still don't hold hatred. They are full of life and confidence. If I can't break her, how can Kisame?

It really is a stupid thought. Of course, I can break her. It just takes time, and I'd rather not spend time with this one. Besides, if Kisame can't teach this wench to behave, then he doesn't deserve to be in the Akatsuki. Not only that, if I have my angel then Kisame should at least get a mare. Taming her isn't my responsibility.

She makes handsigns, and waits for her jutsu to work. It's amusing really. Her face goes from cocky, to being filled utter horror as she realizes that she's lacking the chakra for the attack. I smirk at her idiocy, at her arrogance.

"What's wrong, Mare?" I ask and supply her with my favorite nickname for her. She growls like an animal, and I almost expect her to start 'naying'.

Her long mane of blond hair falls in front of her face as she charges me, head on, her fist heading straight for my face. If I were an evil man, like people say I am, I would kill her on the spot for the infamy of such an attack. But, I am hardly evil, so I grab her fist and twist her arms until I hear snapping sounds. When I let got she stumbles backwards and let's her arm hang limp. Then...

Mare makes a big mistake, a life threatening mistake. She looks into my eyes. Unfortunately for this girl, only my angel can see my merciful soul through my eyes. Her mind can't block out the pain she's experiencing, simply because she isn't really experiencing pain. The pain is her mind, in a way. Or at least, that's what I'll make her think.

She isn't like the other one. She's not my angel. My angel can look me in the eyes and not feel pain. My angel with white, hateful eyes.

I let her collapse in pain as she grabs her head, fighting to erase the images. The images of her father's death, her mother's death, her sensei's death, her friends' deaths. This bothers her, for some reason. I didn't even show her, her own demise before she was mentally breaking down.

I saunter over to her curled up form and take out a sharp kunai. Hold it infront of her and let it dangle in front of her eyes. Then, I begin to make deep, thin cuts. The mare will soon look like a finely carved pumpkin.

"Chouji, do you really think that's going to work. It's a piece of shit, a pain in the ass."

Chouji knew Shikamaru was right, he knew that no matter how many times he beat the radio against a tree or threw it to the ground it wasn't going to get rid of the static. He decided to give it one last shot, by throwing the radio at something harder than a tree or the ground. The radio just barely missed Naruto's head.

"What the hell, Chouji!" Naruto yelled.

"C'mon you two. Knock it off. I know you're frustrated Chouji, I am too, but throwing the radio at Naruto's head isn't going to he... Wait, give me that radio."

"Hey!" Naruto bellowed, while quickly grabbing the small black radio.

Shikamaru sighed, "But, Chouji, seriously. I'm just as worried, if not more worried about Ino as you are. We just have to stay calm. We'll find her."

There was a still moment after the words were said. An eerie silence as all three were thinking the same thoughts. Chouji was the first to speak.

"While were here screwing around, who knows what's happening to them. If the Akatsuki really did get a hold of them, then who knows what they could be doing to her. Killing her, torturing her, or..."

Of course, it wasn't long before Naruto stopped the horrid words from leaving Chouji's mouth by raising his own voice.

"Shut up! Both Hinata and Ino are in danger, and they aren't dead. Or anything like that! They're strong and smart enough to get out of that situation, right?"

Naruto glanced at Shikamaru who looked jumpy. Unsettled. Troubled. Exactly what Naruto didn't want to see, in the usually calm genious.

"Ino and Hinata are strong, but against the Akatsuki..."

They wouldn't stand a chance, it doesn't need to be said. The truth of that statement is known by all three of them.

The uneasy silence returns as the three boys move forward, forgetting about the static on the radio.

The cell was never the same. Sometimes she was thrown into Ino's cell. Sometimes, she was thrown into a relatively clean cell. Sometimes, she was thrown into a cell with shit smeared on the walls and puke in the corner. There were also times, she wasn't thrown into a cell at all.

This cell however was the most grotesque, vile cell she'd ever been in. The dull, clean walls were painted a hunter green. The spotless, wooden floor didn't squeak in the slightest. In the far, right corner was a wooden dresser, which matched the wooden floor perfectly. A small desk was up against the left was, papers covering the top of it.

Up against one of the corners to Hinata's left was the bed. It was neatly made with white sheets and a bizarre, blood red comforter. The red contrasted with the hunter green so much, it made the bed seem out of place. Yet, the bed was the first thing one would notice apon entering. It made the room.

The most infernal thing about Hinata's new holding place, was that it was his room. He acted as if everything was perfectly normal. He'd walk into the room, lay in his bed, and sleep. When morning came, he'd leave. Hinata, if she slept, would sit in a chair and sleep in an upright position. Oddly, her beatings were becoming few and far between.

What did that mean? Was he beating Ino more? Was Ino even still alive?

Neji stared at the radio waiting for Shino to continue, but the static was too much and his words were lost.

"Damn it," Neji muttered under his breath.

"It's alright, Neji." Tenten placed a small hand on Neji's shoulder to calm him down. It worked for a moment.

"What do you think they've found?" Tenten asked. After she let the words slip out, she'd wished she could take them back.

An arm? A leg? An entire body?

Neji didn't answer.

" We found Hina..."

TenTen, Neji, and Lee stared at the radio, which was again only making static sounds.