A/N hey guys, heres chapter two. I insanely appreciated all your guys reviews. I hope soooooo much that this met your expectations. This chapters a bit dramatic, but I wanted her to meet the Akatsuki wth a bang. I promise the next chapters will probably be less erm, (for lack of better word cause i don't have my thesaurus handy) erotic. They'll be more low-key. Anyway, I really hope you like this. Here goes. Ack, wait, disclaimer-

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Naruto or any of the charactors of naruto. I own Itachi's poison, I own the scroll that Hinata was supposed to deliver, i own Hikaru Hiratia, (or whoever that scroll was supposedto go to) and I own the idea. Thats about it.

Now here goes:

"Drink this," said a commanding voice from above me. I was forcefully grabbed by the collar and yanked upward, and a cool liquid poured down my throat. I gagged, but managed to swallow it. It tasted foul, and I was tempted to spit the disgusting concoction out on the floor, but my common sense stopped me. I highly doubted whoever had made me drink it would be happy if I didn't.

My eyes blinked open and came face to face with two pin wheeling red eyes: the sharingan. I gasped and squeezed them shut again, backing away into a wall. I tentatively reopened my eyes to see that Itachi had moved away, to a more comfortable distance. I gulped and looked up at him, careful to avoid his eyes. I didn't want to be caught in Itachi's genjutsu like Naruto's sensei had.

"You are a Hyuuga," he said in a soft menacing voice, it made me cringe. I was obviously not a question; it was a statement, so I didn't reply. I just sat there, curled around myself. "Am I correct," he prodded. I winced at his voice but nodded my head meekly. "You are the heiress as well." I hesitated, than shook my head no.

If I were to tell him that I was the heiress things could go from bad to worse in an instant. Who knew what they would do to me. I suddenly regretted greatly taking the engagement ring; I prayed that it had nothing engraved on it. I looked down afraid that he would call my lie. I shouldn't have bothered.

"That was not a question, Hyuuga Hinata," Itachi said sharply. I gasped and looked up at him, with wide eyes. He was staring down at me intently with narrowed eyes. He was not pleased. "Do not try to lie to me."

"H-how d-did you know," I managed to squeak out. Itachi's lip curled in a cruel smirk. I shrank away from him. His eyes gleamed with sadistic and lustful intentions. I hated the way his eyes swept over my figure appreciatively. I wished he had not taken my jacket. I trembled and pressed myself back against the wall, this wasn't supposed to happen on my mission.

"We Akatsuki have our ways, Hinata," Itachi purred. I hated the way he said my name, it was like no one else said it. He made it sound erotic. I squeezed my eyes shut. I refused to say another word. "You need not fear my now. About twelve hours, then you shall have reason to fear."

I looked up at him in confusion. What did he mean by that? Besides, as far as I was concerned I had plenty of reason's to fear. Looking at how Sasuke had turned out. He had gone to Orochimaru, and no one had seen him since. This was the man that had down that to him. I shook my head, but if I this wasn't supposed to scare me….what was?

He left my tiny cell, his cloak swishing behind him. He slammed the door shut and I heard him slide the lock. I jerked towards the door, but refrained myself from going farther. He had just cut off my only escape route out of this windowless cell. Suddenly the dank and completely empty room began to swim before my eyes. I shook my head, desperately trying to clear it. But before I could do anything else, the room went black and I fell onto the stone floor. I felt my head hit something sharp. I was aware of the blood pooling around me for just a split second, before once again I lost consciousness.

When I woke up, I refused to open my eyes. The Akatsuki was just a dream, and I would wake up to find that I was still in the Hyuuga compound. The only reason that whatever I was laying on was hard was because I had fallen out of my bed or something clumsy like that. With this vision firmly in my head, I opened my eyes.

"What-," I gasped, taken aback. All I saw was black… I squeezed my eyes shut, and opened them wide again. Still black. With a small growl of frustration I rubbed my eyes hard. With a silent prayer I reopened them as wide as was possible. I couldn't see a thing.

I sighed in defeat. I didn't remember the cell being this dark at all, but maybe they had turned off some lights or something. I took a deep breath and tried to straighten out all that had happened. I had been on my mission, and then Itachi had kidnapped me. "Kuso!" I slammed my fist down on the rocky ground in frustration. How could this have happened!? I sat there breathing hard, trying to calm my raging emotions. When I was calm, I sighed, and leaned back against the wall again.

I sat there in the dark with my eyes wide and straining for sometime before what seemed like the most obvious thought entered my head. I was a Hyuuga, I had the byakugan. Eagerly, and with high hopes, my fingers flew quickly through the signs and I said "Byakugan" determinedly. I felt the chakra rush to my eyes, and then suddenly, it was rejected. I started in surprise. I shook my head with a quick puff of air, readying for a second attempt.

I narrowed my eyes and tried again. Once again, the chakra rebounded away from my eyes. My chakra flowed through every part of my body naturally, but as soon as it encountered my eyes it would go no farther. With a gasp of terror, I realized that my byakugan… had been sabotaged.

"Damn you Itachi," I growled to myself. That genius thought of everything. I was just little Hinata, I didn't stand a chance, and this knowledge sent icy blood coursing through my veins

"Tsk, tsk," came the very man's dreaded voice. I gasped and spun around to where I thought I had heard the voice. But it was still that horrible, unchanging dark. "That's not a very proper thing to say now is it?" The voicecame from behind me, and I whirled around to face it. I heard the swish of his cloak as he stepped towards me. I strained to see, but it was so aggravatingly black.

"W-why is i-it so d-dark," I asked him. I couldn't see him and it made all the more terrifying. I had only a vague idea of where he was. I had no idea how he was looking at me. I didn't know what he was doing, and every little movement or word came as an unwelcome surprise. I felt his warm breath against my cheek and with a gasp, I hastily backed away. How had he gotten so close?

"What do you mean, little Hinata," he purred. I cringed as he said my name. His voice seemed to speak of terrors that were soon coming. "It's not dark at all. The lights are on. Can't you see them?" His voice was taunting. He knew something that I didn't. "Surly you can at least see the light from this lantern here."

"B-but it's d-dark," I protested weakly. My brow furrowed, he was making no sense. I was starting to get even more terrified. "W-what lantern?"

"Why, this one here," I suddenly felt his icy hand grab my own. I tried to yank it away but he held it fast. He pulled my closer, until I could feel his breath. I gulped, and turned my face away. He pressed my hand onto something hard. I reached my other hand toward it, curiously.

My hands traced over it as I examined it. It was indeed a lantern, even if it was an electrical one. I frowned as I noticed that the glass was warm. As if the lantern was on. But if it were on, than I would be able to see. But everything was black. I couldn't make out anything. Anything at all. It was oppressing dark and blackness. So unless I was blind…. Suddenly, and horrifically, it dawned on me. I jerked my head up to Itachi in shock.

"Ah, so you understand now I see," said the whisper in my ear. The sound froze me; it sent shivers down my spine and gave me the image of a deadly knife, slicing easily over bare skin. I shuddered.

"W-what, w-why," I gasped. What had he done to me, and why had he done it? What was he going to do? I became even more afraid of the mass murderer that was invading my personal space. I twisted feebly in an attempt to get away, but his bruising grip on my arm only increased.

"I blinded you," Itachi said. I could hear the smirk in his voice. I could tell that he took great pleasure in my fear. "Women are so much more fun to play with, when they can't see me." His hand crawled up my side, causing goose bumps to rise on my skin.

I tried to jerk away, but all of a sudden he had pinned me beneath him. I opened my mouth to scream but was harshly cut off as he crushed his clammy lips onto mine. I struggled desperately trying to get him off. But it seemed to only amuse him. I lashed out at him with my nails, but he simply swatted my wrist down like it was a fly.

His hand began to crawl up my thigh as his tongue entered my mouth. I bit it defiantly, but he only forced it harder. I trembled and whimpered in submission as I tried to find the will to fight back. I suddenly thrashed about violently, but he only laughed sadistically and his hands slipped under my shirt. Tears were falling freely now, as I about lost hope, but I shouldn't have.

When my savior came, all I could register was Itachi getting thrown off of me. I heard a slam and felt a tremor through the wall. I let out a brief scream. But before someone could pin my again, I quickly crawled away and huddled into a corner. Even blind, corners aren't hard to find. I wrapped my arms around myself tightly, holding myself for comfort.

"Itachi, you complete idiot," roared a deep voice. The harshness of the voice made me recoil. Choking was all the sound that seemed to answer him. The choking sound was coming from high on the wall. So my best guess was that the man was holding Itachi against the wall by his throat. I but my lip when I thought about how strong and dangerous a man would have to be to be able to do that. "I should choke you to death right here, for what you were about to! Where is your common sense, you're acting like an animal!!"

I heard a yell of rage and suddenly felt a whooshing of air. I heard something heavy hit the wall, extremely hard. I heard a strangled yell as the man collided with the stone. I shielded my face with my arms as chunks of rock rained down on me. I looked wildly around, but it was all still, unwaveringly black. What had I expected…I was blind.

"You shouldn't be talking to me about being an animal, Kisame," Itachi sneered, spitting the name out of his mouth as though it were foul. I could feel the fury radiating from the man that had hit the wall. Stone clunked onto the ground as he stood up.

"Sometimes I may be more human than you," the man growled back. All of sudden I felt a big hand grab my arm and pull me up. Their grip was firm, and I winced as they grabbed me where Itachi had, the bruise was tender. I yelped in surprise though as someone grabbed me, afraid of who it was. I tried to twist away, but then they grabbed my other arm, and held me firm.

"Relax, I'm not Itachi," said the other man, he was the one I now realized that was holding me. "My name is Kisame." His voice wasn't silky and threatening, as Itachi's was. His voice was rough, like his grip, but he was speaking gently. I was still scared, but this man had saved me from Itachi, so I let him take my elbow and drag me swiftly out of the cell. As long as it was away from Itachi.

I tried hard to keep up, but Kisame took really big strides. I couldn't see where I was going, and I kept tripping and stumbling. My toes had been stubbed numerous times and I lost my footing every five steps. I could feel my sides bruising as I banged against the walls on either side of the narrow hall way. I was breathing hard, and my bruises were sore.

"S-slow d-down," I begged feebly. Much to my surprise, Kisame did slow down, and guided me more accurately through the hallways. I took a deep breath and blinked slowly, trying to stay calm. Being a ninja was about being calm, if I lost control I could, and probably would, die; already that was much of a possibility. "A-aregato."

All I got in reply was a grunt. I ducked my head meekly. I focused on the man's hand to try and slowly piece together what he may look like. The hand on my elbow was big, and calloused, but not rough per se. I could feel his imposing figure, and judging by the size of his hand and by gut instinct, the man was pretty big and tall. Just being near him made me feel and small and pathetic. Yet finally, my curiosity got the better of me.

"W-where a-are w-we g-going," I ventured nervously. He hadn't done anything hostile yet, but he was Akatsuki, so I had no reason to believe that it would stay that way. I shied away, ready to receive the oncoming smack or harsh word that awaited my question. But much to be surprise, as well as relief, it didn't come.

"We are going to my room," Kisame's deep voice replied. My eyes widened in shock. I would have preferred the smack or harsh word. I gasped and jerked away. I backed away quickly, then turned and ran. "Hey! Where do you think you're going?" I heard him pounding after me.

To his room? He had just saved me from Itachi to ravish me himself. I sprinted down the hall. I trailed my hand against the rough wall to try and guide myself. It worked well, but on more than a few occasions I almost ran into a wall when the hallway turned. Luckily though, I always managed to catch the corner and swing around, my other arm just clipping the wall, adding more to my collection of recent bruises and scratches.

It was on one of these avoiding swings that I ran into something hard. I sprang back in shock, but I felt hands grab my wrists preventing my escape. I tried to twist away, but it soon proved futile. I swung my foot up hard and triumphantly hit something, but with disappointment, I realized it was just his foot that he had blocked my kick with. I heard a male chuckle and shied away, narrowing my eyes.

"You're a pretty little thing, yeah," the strange man said. I felt long hair brush against my cheek, and I leaned away. As soon as he said that, I suddenly reared down and tried to bite the man's hand. The man jerked my wrist as he dodged his hand away from my teeth. "Whoa! Hey! Feisty too, yeah."

"Deidara, let go of her," I heard Kisame's voice behind me and grimaced, my freedom had been short lived. I heard Kisame step closer. He demanded, "Hand her over."

"Eh? I'm not going hurt her, yeah, Kisame," the man holding me retorted, he seemed insulted by Kisame's assumptions. I began to wonder about this man's speech impediment. "I just didn't want her barreling around hall ways hurting herself, or others, yeah," he directed the second to last word at me pointedly. I shrank back looked down guiltily.

"Sorry, I didn't expect her to react like that when I told her where we were going," Kisame replied sheepishly. If I hadn't been in this situation, I would have giggled at the tone of his voice; so much like a little kid who had unknowingly turned on the sprinkler while his mothers was standing over it. "All I said was that we were going to my rooms." The man just sighed in exasperation, he sounded like that mother.

"And you don't think that maybe a huge shark man telling her that you guys are going to a place with a bed might have scared her, yeah," the man said sarcastically. I frowned in confusion; shark man? I tried to take advantage of their distraction to wiggle free of the man's grip, but this only made him tighten it.

"Well she doesn't-"

"Hey wait a second, yeah," the man cut him off. "She's been blinded, yeah. This is one of Itachi's girls! What are you doing with her, yeah?" I blinked in confusion. So I wasn't the only girl that Itachi had tried to do this too, there had been others; that made my blood boil. I silently prayed that Sasuke would fulfill is goal and kill his brother.

"She's a hostage," Kisame retorted, as I felt him grab my arm and pull me back away from the other man. I didn't protest, it didn't seem to me that it would matter which one was detaining me, just that I was detained that was the problem. "Not his play thing. He should have thought before he acted."

"The guy murdered his own clan, yeah," the man replied dubiously. This guy made some good points, I mentally noted. "He's not exactly a think before he acts kind of guy, yeah."

Kisame only grunted in response. Then he dragged me back down the hallways. His grip on my elbow was very firm, and there was no hope of escape this time. I just allowed him to lead me, and I followed behind. He had once again sped up, and I didn't have the courage to ask him to stop. He was probably mad at me. So I just stumbled and tripped as he half dragged me down the hall way.

"Well bye then, yeah," I heard the man call sarcastically after us.

"Ironic that you only succeeded in bring us closer to my rooms," Kisame chuckled. The sound was deep, like his voice and a little gravely. Yet I didn't find it an unpleasant sound, just different from the ones that I had heard. I turned my head up at him in surprise, and then looked down as I was filled with a sense of dread. I felt slightly like I was stepping into the lions' den.

I allowed myself to be lead into the room with out complaint, it would be no use objecting, I doubted I had a choice in the matter. I winced just slightly as I heard the door lock behind us. Even though I had always locked the door of my room, this lock felt restricting. He grabbed my elbow and led my more into the room. I jumped slightly in surprise as he grabbed my hand, but he only laid it on something soft and squishy. I cocked my head as I felt the something more thoroughly.

It was soft and warm, and very cushy, I had a sneaking suspicion of what it was, and my suspicion was confirmed. "It's the bed," Kisame explained. I bit my lip nervously and backed away. I heard him sigh. "A bit jumpy and prejudice, aren't you?"

"W-what d-do you m-mean," I asked in confusion as I tilted my head up to about where his face was. I just aimed at the voice. Well of course I was jumpy, but did he mean by prejudice. I had always been one of the most accepting people I knew.

"Just because we're Akatsuki and we're men doesn't mean we're rapists," Kisame retorted. He sounded affronted. "We're not all like Itachi, who gets his kicks out of a woman's fear. If I want a woman, I'll just pay for a whore." I looked down; I was slightly ashamed of myself. He was right, I was judging them before I knew them and that was wrong. I really was being prejudice. Just another testimony to how stupid I was. But I defended myself with the fact that I was still shaken up from the ordeal with Itachi.

Without warning, tears started pricking my sightless eyes. I trembled violently as silent sobs wracked my body. It seemed like the pent up terror of it all had suddenly come crashing down on me. I fell to my knees and wrapped my arms around my knees, rocking back and forth. Tears streamed down my face, as the raw emotion poured out. It was as though a dam inside of me had broken. I felt Kisame's presence come closer, but I didn't even bother to shy away this time.

"Eh? What's the matter," he asked in bewilderment. He was obviously at a loss for why my sudden tears. I just shook my head and tried to wipe them away. He sighed and said to me,

"Look, you just stay here. Get on the bed; it's more comfortable than the floor. I'm going to go get you some food."

I heard him retreating hurriedly out the door, closing it behind him. I didn't do anything though; I just continued my silent sobbing. Even as I heard the lock slide into place, I didn't move. Even though I knew I was trapped. It had just been so terrible, and now I was captured by the Akatsuki.

Before this mission I had been doomed to a life of misery, now I was doomed to no life at all. Things just went from bad to worse. But hadn't I even hoped that I would die. I let out a small cold, wry laugh at the irony of it. I should have been careful for what I wished for.

After what seemed like an eternity, but could have only been a few minutes, the tears stopped. I climbed up onto the bed, curling into its amazing plushy softness. I sighed and curled around one of the pillows, burying my face into it. I shouldn't have cried like that. I was still alive, there was still hope; I shouldn't just break down.

My stomach rumbled just as I heard the door open, and Kisame's heavy footfalls enter the room. The bed dipped deeply under his weight as he sat down, almost causing my to tip over. I wasn't afraid of his presence on the bed. Maybe because I was too emotionally worn out to care. Or maybe it was just because the way he sat, and didn't come any closer, and the general aura he sent out, just wasn't threatening. The aroma from the food he brought was enticing and I reached out eagerly for some. I hadn't eaten in God knows how long. My hunger overrode most of the other senses, even common sense; which told me not to do anything or he would get mad. But I didn't need to worry.

"You must be hungry. Itachi's had you in that room for two days," Kisame said as he took my hand. He placed a round object in it, and withdrew again. The surface was smooth, and a little waxy. At closer examination it was revealed to be an apple. Two days, I thought to myself. No wonder I was starving, and insanely thirsty, too.

"Itadakimasu," I murmured politely, before biting into the juicy fruit. The juice seemed to tie my thirst over temporarily. "A-aregato." I ate my apple in silence. My tongue flicked out every once in a while to catch the drops that dripped from my lips. There were lots of questions plaguing my mind, but one in particular finally forced itself out of my mouth. "W-why d-did you h-help m-me?" It seemed awfully out of character for an Akatsuki.

"You are the Hyuuga heiress," Kisame explained, I could almost hear the shrug in his voice. "No doubt we could fetch a hefty ransom for you. But I know how the Hyuuga clan works. They would disown an heiress that had been defiled; wouldn't they." I shuddered and bit my lip as I nodded. "So there goes our money." I nodded again in understanding. I knew there was a good reason for keeping me alive and a virgin, but by now I was intent on getting the edible bits off the apple core.

"I have more food than just that you know," Kisame growled irritably. I felt the apple get plucked right out of my hands. I pouted as I tried to reach for it back, that wasn't fair, stealing from a blind girl. Instead, he snagged my hand out of the air and placed some kind of bar in it. After a moment of struggling with the wrapper, I managed to open it up. It smelled faintly like cherries, and it felt like bark. I frowned as I examined it.

"W-what is i-it?"

"Just eat it, it should fill you up," He replied in a tone that clearly told me that my questions were getting on his nerves. So I fell quite. I felt his weight leave the bed and heard him moving about the room. Choosing to ignore him for now, I timidly nibbled on a corner of the little bar. It tasted of grain and dried cherries; it really didn't taste that bad. It still felt like bark though. But I ate the rest of it, and Kisame was right, it was filling.

"Alright, you should get cleaned up now," Kisame ordered gruffly, as I was licking my fingers for last remaining crumbs. I gasped as something soft and fluffy collided and wrapped around my face. I wrestled with it a bit as I pulled it down. It was a towel.

Kisame grabbed my elbow again and tugged me along, with me stumbling clumsily behind. I wanted to complain that there were nicer ways of guiding me, but I held my tongue. He took my hand again, and reached it out to touch a door frame. "This is the bathroom. Be careful while you're in there, and watch you're footing. I set out one of my shirts for you, and some trousers, but the shirt would probably go down to your ankles anyway. I'm going to go get some clothes from Itachi for you for tomorrow 'cause he's the smallest in Akatsuki."

With that all said, he left the bathroom and locked it behind him. I set about trying to get a shower going. Much to my annoyance, I found that it was amazingly hard to find you're way around a simple little bathroom when you're blind. I took teeny tiny little steps at a time to avoid bumping in to anything, but even so I stubbed my toes and banged my head more times than I care to count.

Finally, I managed to get into and turn on the shower. I shivered a little as cold water hit my body, refreshing it nicely. Steaming hot water soon replaced the cold, and I uttered a little sigh of contentment. I took a deep breath and allowed the water to wash away the dirt and grime, emotional or otherwise from my body. It cleansed me, and readied me to face the next chapter of this nightmare I called my life.

A/N alrighty than, i sincerely hoped you liked that. i apologize to those who didn't like it. If you didn't feel free to tell me why you didn't like (please say it nicely though) and if you did like it feel even free-er to tell me that. By the way, in this fanfiction, Sasuke never did come from Orochimaru, for all we know he's still with him. Anyway, Thankyou so much for reading. And please please please review. I'll see ya all next time. byebye