Deep inside a well hidden cave was a damp room, separated from all the others. The room was covered in green slime that ran slowly and silently down the stone walls. A small hole was the only source of light in the tiny dark room.
Locked inside, as Akatsuki's prisoner, was Fukuko. The young girl was leaning against the wall, listening out for anyone that may pass her way.
I tried to stand up, but banged my head on a bit of low ceiling in the process. Groaning, I sat back down and placed my head on my knees.
Why do these things always happen to me? I was minding my own business when suddenly I was bombed at, kidnapped, and fell several feet from some flying bird!
And now, I'm locked in this smelly little room, with only the rats to keep me company. Well, I hope there was. . Better make sure.
I looked up and dropped down to all fours and begun to squeak while crawling along.
"Hey Ratties" I whispered holding out my hand trying to feel any soft furball that may run across my path, "I only want to talk"
A squeak replied and I quickly sat up listening carefully, "Squeak?"
"Squeak un"
"Squeaken Squeak Squeaky?"
"Squeaky Squeaken un"
I crawled back suddenly until I found a safety of a corner. That was no rat!
"Who's there?" I asked trying to sound brave, only to sound like the very rat I was looking for.
"Me un"
"I hate you" I said turning my back on the voice and crossing my arms like a little child pouting.
"What did I do un?!"
". . . . You tried to kill me!" I cried. "Twice!"
"I didn't un!" Deidara replied, "It was your fault you fell"
"Well. . ." I tried to think of a comeback, "You were the one that kidnapped me, locked me in here, all after you threw a ton of bombs at me!"
He was silent. I grinned in triumph. I win!
"It was orders"
"Orders?" I turned back around, "Whose orders? What did I ever do? If this is about that time I stolen that phone, it was all a terrible mistake! I thought it was a banana."
The door suddenly banged loudly as the latch was undone and creaked open. I crawled back into a corner. I could hear his footsteps echoing around as he approached.
"You're different from what I thought un" he said, "Your record speaks somewhat different about you"
"Record?" I mentally screamed, "You're not very helpful!"
"But you will be" he said taking my hand and placing something inside. "It's an apple un, you'll need your strength"
The door creaked again as he walked out of my little room.
"Wait!" I called out.
His footsteps paused, "What?"
"I need a knife" I said with a small smile, "It's how I eat apples."
He sighed and walked off only to come back a few minutes later and placed the knife carefully in my hand.
"I'll be back later un" he said, "So don't try any tricks"
With that, he left me alone slamming the door close behind him. I paused for a moment rubbing the apple against my top.
I didn't think at the time whether the apple would be poisonous or not. I slice a piece off and ate it all before I even realised what I just did.
Screaming I dropped the knife and rolled around the floor.
"I'm going to die!" I screamed holding my hands to my throat, "Die!!!!"
No one replied so I sulked at the back in the corner. Stupid fairytales never come true.
Time passed slowly, very slowly, even slower then that. I laid on my back and threw the apple core in the air and tried to catch it blindly.
"300" I muttered as the apple hit my headband again. Sighing I sat up. I always knew this day would come, but I pictured it more as, a comfortable prison rather then a smelly dudgeon.
I stood back up careful not to hit my head on anymore low ceiling. Maybe I could try and find if there a window of any sort.
I moved my hands around the walls trying to find a cracks or holes. Slimy goo covered my fingers as I walked on running my fingers along the stone.
Eventually, I found a small hole near the top of the wall. I had to stand on tiptoe to reach it. I tried to pull myself up, only to bang my head on the ceiling, and slip on more slime and land on my back on the floor.
"Ow" I moaned as I heard more footsteps arrive.