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Recap:

"Sorry, we can't stay…" grinned Zabuza as he started backing away, the sword still at my throat.

"No! Kakashi!" I screamed

But it was too late. We were already gone.

Kidnapped?!

I was miles away from Kakashi, and I was stuck with the unpredictable 'Demon of the Hidden Mist'.

I struggled to detach his much too personal hold on me, no matter how much my perverted side protested. It didn't help that his annoyingly oversized carving knife of a sword was slowly but surely cutting into my neck, which I had conveniently just finished HEALING!!!

That was just brilliant.

Oh, and to top it off, I was being restrained in a blood soaked bra – it was my favourite one though, which was a plus I guess.

I wasn't dead yet either... that's got to be a good sign.

My struggles were only driving the big ass sword deeper into my already wounded neck, forcing more wounds to open, which was definitely a no-no, and the sharp pain in my newly broken wrist increased the more I moved.

Zabuza removed the sword from my throat, stopping me from almost cutting my head off for the second time that day. As a result however, as I wasn't expecting that to happen, I fell heavily to the ground.

Angry tears threatening to blur my vision, and the pain in my wrist making me want to scream.

"Shit!" I swore loudly, and my language got even more colourful, my anger increasing at the fact that I had just fallen like that. I was so weak I couldn't stay standing for crying out loud!!! I had gotten some strength from Kakashi, yes, but it wasn't enough.

I clenched my fists and put all my effort into standing.

Pain lanced up my arm from my wrist... it was so acute that I let out a gasp. Zabuza didn't even notice.

As I attempted to get up, without using that arm, I realised what had happened.

I had been kidnapped. A little late I know, but I have terrible reflexes when I'm exhausted.

Kidnapped.

The word circled around in my slightly dormant brain, and the more I thought about it, the worse it seemed for me. I had barely any chakra, but without Kakashi's life saving kiss, I would probably have even less... but it was still not enough to stand, let alone heal my wounds.

I just couldn't believe that I had let myself get kidnapped.

I had done millions of stupid things today, such as walking in on a sex deprived maniac while wearing only a towel, but this topped that amazingly long list.

I looked up at the way too good looking nukenin, attempting to kill him with the hate in my gaze.

If it was possible, I probably would have succeeded...

Zabuza chuckled as he sauntered over, the bloodthirsty sword casually slung over his shoulder, looking down at me with contempt in his gaze.

Uh oh.... this wouldn't end well. I screwed my eyes shut and tensed my body, waiting - for a blow that never came

Suddenly he pulled me up, plunking me unceremoniously my feet.

I took a deep breath, and tried to move my shaking legs - that were already struggling to keep me upright. As soon as he let go, I toppled to the ground, grunting in pain as my battered and bloody excuse for a body made impact.

I had fallen, again...

Zabuza chuckled as he walked off, not bothering to help me again.

Fuck it! I was tired of being helpless. That burst of anger gave me strength, at least a little. It was enough to stand.

I got to my feet and yelled at what I assumed was Zabuza.

"What the fuck, you bastard!" I realised... a few moments later, that this particular Zabuza was a tree.

I turned, ever so slightly embarrassed, but anger still flaring in my veins. I glared at the real Zabuza only to find that the sword was pointed at me again, however a smile was playing on his lips. It vanished as soon as I lashed out.

"Move the fucking sword you bastard, I don't care if you kill me or NOT!" I shouted angrily, kicking out hard and almost cutting my leg off in the process. I didn't really care, he could kill me right then and there and the only thing I would probably worry about – if I worried at all – would be the fact that no-one would find my body until I was totally decomposed.

Zabuza grinned, baring his razor sharp teeth.

The thought of them against my skin pushed its way to the front of my mind, making me momentarily forget that I was stranded with him.

Moments later I remembered everything all at once, along with my own belated reaction to the entire series of events. I blocked out everything else, especially my fear - with my own untameable anger. I gritted my teeth, and crossed my arms over my slightly exposed and bloody chest.

"You ass-" he cut me off by pressing the sword against my skin. Hard.

"If you piss me off, I won't hesitate to kill you... now be a good girl and shut up."

I opened my mouth to say something, and the look on his eyes was just challenging me to do it... I thought better of it. I bit my lip, deciding to find out what he actually wanted with me.

Violent amazingly bloody images flashed in my mind. The odds weren't really in my favour.

"Good girl..." he said again, shortly before turning and walking a little ways away. I'm not a GIRL! I wanted to scream those words at the top of my lungs so badly, but it would be kind of awkward afterwards.

I looked around and realised belatedly that we were just outside Konoha.

If I ran, and if I could actually keep up a decent pace, I could make it back to Konoha. Once I was in, the others would kill Zabuza from the outer walls. Kakashi had probably already told Tsunade, and I knew for a fact that as soon as he had done that he would be at the gate.

I flexed my toes and clenched my fists ready to make a run for it.

I knew that Zabuza was very fast, but I probably wouldn't know the way, and if I was lucky, he would hit a tree and knock himself unconscious. I smiled at the thought, and my brain replayed it over and over.

Hehehe.

But if he managed to catch me without hitting a tree, well, he could do what he wanted. If I had no chance of escape, then I wouldn't care.

The image of me covered in whipped cream sprung to mind. O.K... Definitely not that. However I realised that a part of me (perverted) was actually looking forward to it.

Mmm, cream...

That was just totally retarded.

Alright, back to escaping. Fuck! IT'S in the way!

Zabuza was standing between me, and Konoha, exactly in the direction I wanted to go. I turned away rethinking my not so brilliant plan.

Maybe if I ran the other way...

I'M BACK!
Thats two in one day! Mwahaha. I am in a writing frenzy. ^^
However its a shorter one this time.
The next few will be leading up to an important moment, so they will obviously be shorter than usual.
AND:
A massive thank you to the AWESOME freakhorrorchick.
This one has been updated so speedily for you... :D
xoxoxox Kiki

[I also has another preview! Mwahahaha... Organisation skills FTW! :3]

Preview:

Chapter 5: Deal with the Demon

As I lost my balance, I watched the ground come closer at alarming speeds.

Zabuza disappeared from sight.

! Look a bug! O.K, I was about to smash into the ground, and I was thinking about bugs...

...nope, not good.