Ningyo (Doll)
Chapter 2- Safe House.
She laid against him, as he sat on a bed outside, the mattress was soft but firm, and the sheer curtains moved with the wind, though they were to keep bugs out, her arm over the edge as her finger tips left ripples in the courtyard's pond. Koi fish saw over, under the lily pads, and nipped at her fingers before darting away. Madara gently rubbed her back while relaxing in the gently sun light that the cloth over the open area of the courtyard made. Her left arm draped across his lap to touch the water, as his right hand held her right hand. Saya laid on her side, as he sat up back resting against the pillows, watching her, "This isn't so bad, is it?"
The courtyard of this safe house was both a Greek bath and a relaxing lounge, a pond in the middle directly under a clothed sky light. All the doors were thick, curtains and rugs adorned the floors of the hall ways and rooms. The courtyard was Greek-themed but the rest of the safe house was Egyptian. All the windows and skylights, were clothed to that the sun wouldn't bother anyone, and the place itself was tucked away, though since it was fall it was rather cold.
He continued rubbing her back, as she solemnly laid against him, too fearful to do anything else. Saya closed her eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks, but he lifted her chin up and kissed her tears, licking them off, before licking his lips. "Did Orochimaru to this to you as well, Saya?" Madara asked, Saya slapping him across the face, "He wasn't a good person, I hope you know. He killed people. Lots of them." Saya struggled against him, but he gripped her wrists, making sure not of her assaults landed on him. She stopped, and there was a stifled sob, as she tried to pull away, "What do you think you were to him? What were you to him?" She lowered her head, trying to pull away, "You can't run away from it, my dear."
She tried to pull away once more, before he pulled her into himself, hugging her tightly, "Rely on me, Saya. Let me be your replacement. Kabuto won't come for you, but I'll always be here for you." Saya choked another sob, and he let her go, stroking her hair, and she cried as he loosened her grip on her, letting her sit back and cover her face. She sobbed, gripping the sheets, and he tried to manipulate this situation to his benefit. The more he pretended to care, the more she would trust him and the more she's turn from others to be dependant on him. She stumbled away from him, tears streaming down her face, and ran off. That wasn't part of his plan. He got up and went after her, grabbing her hand, and she spun around, slapping him across the face, "Ok, I deserved that." She hit him again, and pushed him into the pond. He surfaced, and Madara spat out water, "Why do you care so much for a criminal?" Saya knelt down, dipping her finger in the water and writing something down on the tile in water, before leaving.
'He was my savior.'
Madara got out of the pool, as she ran off once more, the water in his clothes slowing him down. He tried to think ahead of her, but she was already 5 steps ahead of him, seeing as how he tripped on a rug that wasn't there before. 'She disarmed assassins with their own trap'. Kabuto's words rang in his head. Before Madara could think of what she may be thinking, he saw her running off, and grabbed her ankle. Saya yelped in surprise, hitting the floor, and Madara yelled victoriously, before he was silenced.
She was still wearing the robe over her night gown when she came here- but the robe has slipped off her shoulders in the fall, down to her elbows, revealing her bare arms, nape, shoulders, and the lingerie underneath. "Ooooh." Madara gasped lightly, her hair sprawled everywhere. The most tantalizing part- was her 'night gown' that was black sheer material, hemmed with white lace and thin spaghetti straps to hold it up. Madara grinned, eagerly pulling her to him, and she struggled, trying to get away from him. He ignored her struggles, untied the robe sash with his right hand, his left holding her wrists above her head, and he opened the robe to see more. The nightgown went down to her knees, and was an 'A' line dress, sheer stretchy material hugged and caressed her body, but still was easy for her to move in. Madara looked at her, and she looked back both bashfully and fearfully.
"I like this night gown." He stated, kissing her collar bone, and she tried to push him off, "Don't fight me-" She took his hand in hers, running it along her arm, before she ran it along the floor. It was rough and course, but her skin was soft and warm. "How inconsiderate of me." Madara chuckled, picking her up, as she pulled her robe closed, before being set in the bed they had once laid in. He gently tried to seduce her with kisses in the places his other female companions had for weak spots, but she really didn't respond, looking somewhere else. To her, in a darkened corner, a pair of snake-like golden eyes watched her, well, watched Madara, to be specific.
"Kabuto is throwing a fit at the Base." One of the Zetsu clones reported, just moments into Madara's tactic on Saya which bore no fruit from the start. Madara sighed, but grinned at Saya,
"I have to go, but don't worry. I'll leave a clone in my place." Madara told her, taking her hand and kissing it gentlemanly, standing up and making a clone of himself, before leaving with Zetsu. The afterimage sat down on the bed and laid with her, pulling it to lay with him like they had laid when she woke up in this place. Saya laid there, quiet, as the clone played with her fingers, curiously intertwining them, as his other hand rubbed her lower back. When she tried to move, the clone would ensure that she didn't put a toe or finger outside of the bed.
Thinking about it logically, the clone was only an after image of Madara and had only 10 percent of his normal power and intelligence. Madara's clone locked eyes with Saya, before it quivered. The clone stood up, as she sat up, and watched it go to the pond. Then, it drowned itself. It wasn't all too smart for a clone, as it constantly surfaced, but it swallowed enough water to drown it's lungs, and poofed into death. Saya laid back on the bed, and dipped her fingers into the water, watching the koi nibble on her fingers.
~O~ Elsewhere ~O~
Madara stopped, gasping, grabbing his throat and gargling. The feeling of drowning in water, on his brain, flashing before his eyes, and in his throat. The clone was dead. How was that possible? Kabuto hadn't left the base, searching under every loose tile and badly placed air duct, looking for Saya. Falsely believing she was still within the Base, and had merely gotten lost. "Zetsu." A clone of Zetsu pulled itself halfway up from the floor, "Go to the safe house and watch that girl like a hawk." He ordered, Zetsu descending once more into the floor.
He leaned back in his chair, trying to think of what could get her to like him enough to speak to him. Kabuto had mention she probably only talked to that criminal, Orochimaru. But why? An image of her writing 'my savior' on the ground, flashed back in his mind. What had he saved her from? He twirled his pipe within his fingers, knowing full well that the Sannin couldn't even save himself, let alone the girl, but despite this Kabuto was feverish to get her within close range once more. Why?
Why only Orochimaru, did she defend the topic so instinctively? What had happened between them, that made her cry every time he was mentioned? Was there a reason Kabuto didn't investigate why she mysteriously vanished for a few days each month? He wanted to know all the answers to these questions, and he wanted them now. "Zetsu, bring Kabuto in here." Another Zetsu clone appeared when his name was called, and disappeared, the door to Madara's office opening to Kabuto, the clone behind him. "I have some questions for you, regarding Saya. Zetsu, you may leave." Zetsu left, shutting the door, and Kabuto was offered a seat, taking it.
"I don't think I'm willign to discuss much with you." Kabuto said bluntly, and Madara chuckled, leaning back in his chair, lighting his pipe. To clear his head for what answers might come. "Where is she?"
"Don't worry, she's completely healthy and safe. A little shook up, but fine." Madara said vaguely, "Tell me, do you know why she cries at the mention of your old master?" He asked, changing the subject, letting the sickeningly sweet smoke roll along his tongue and throat teasingly, before escaping from his mouth.
"I believe they had quite the connection. Orochimaru brought her home one day, and she began living with us. There wasn't a day that she wasn't close to him. When we ran tests on her, she became agitated if he was too far away and made sure to stick near him or I." Kabuto answered. Well, that answered one question and Madara drew new breath from his pipe,
"Why do you care so much about finding her and having her close?" Madara asked, choosing to mentally by-pass the 'why do you let her leave freely' question, since it had been answered before. No use to have someone repeat themselves if you remember it correctly yourself.
"I promised that old snake that I would watch her until she found her own way." Kabuto responded bluntly, and Madara stared at the ceiling briefly. He had mentioned they ran tests on her. Did they hurt her? Was that why she didn't talk? Madara felt angered that, because of this man and his old master's selfishness, he could never hear a voice he longed to listen too.
"What types of tests did you run?" Madara questioned, trying to control his anger, but the conclusions he mentally jumped to angered him to no end. What if he got sick? How was she to scold him for being stupid, or being careless, if this man in front of him had stolen that small joy from him?
"Orochimaru said he found her wounded, and for a while, she did seem to walk with a limp, or collapse from reasonless exhaustion. Endurance, problem-solving, tactical analysis. He wanted to know her limits and she was glad to please him. I've never heard her speak, either. When she fell, she didn't cry or moan in pain, she simply forced herself back to her feet. I believe Orochimaru heard her speak- since it was he who said her name was Saya." Madara relaxed, but he still wanted to know how Orochimaru coaxed words from her lips and no one else seemed to be able too. He nodded, understanding her a little bit more now.
"That's enough. You can go now." Madara said, exhaling more smoke. Kabuto stood up,
"We did a test where we locked a man who could break out of any situation in a room with Saya. As he tried to get out, she mirrored his movements perfectly, and even tricked him into following her own. He was driven mad in a couple of hours, screaming for her to get out of his head." Kabuto said, before he left of his own accord, and Madara reclined in his chair, inhaling deeply, before exhaling equally deep. Reverse physiology? When she couldn't even speak? Was that how she got into Orochimaru's graces? Madara grunted, putting out his pipe, and standing up, leaving himself.
~O~ Safe house ~O~
The koi were swimming in a line formation, in sync with one another, when Madara arrived. They all swam in the same '8' figure, on it's side, systematically. Saya was asleep on the bed, her finger tips barely touching the water, as the curtains kept bugs away from her. Madara sat on the bed, laying next to her, watching as she slept. She still wore her robe, probably the night gown underneath. He's brought some magazines from different stores he saw women flocking too for her. Madara was proud of how considerate he was.
He reached out, gently moving a ringlet-tipped strand of hair from her neck, the silky copper slipping between his fingers. Sun-trapping copper. Madara laid on his side, gently running his fingertips over the flesh between her shoulder and neck, watching her sleep. He slithered his fingers into the sash and untied it, pulling down the robe over her shoulder, leaving light kisses as not to wake her. She turned onto her back, staring at him wide awake. "Did you miss me, Saya?" He asked, gently kissing her shoulder, as she shook her head in a 'no' fashion. "Blunt, aren't we?" Madara smiled gently at her, overlooking it, "You look stunning." Saya squirmed under him, "What must I say for you to share my bedroom?" She pushed him away, and he nibbled on her shoulder.
Saya slipped away from him, getting up, pulling her robe closed, and standing at the edge of the pond. Madara relaxed on the bed, closing his eyes. She'd come to him. Eventually, he thought, but she didn't come back. She stood by the water's edge, staring at the water and the fish. "If you want more, then I'll go get more fish." Madara offered, but she said nothing. The bed creaked and something tickles his face, making him open his eyes.
Her hair tickled his face, and she stared into his eyes. Her eyes stared into his, the crystal clear orbs stared into his soul. They seemed to speak all by themselves, up this close. God, they were beautiful. Madara slid his hand behind her neck, gently pulling her down and kissing her. Saya blinked, Madara's other hand sliding up her thigh and pulling her leg closer to his hips as he sat up. He pulled back, smirking, "Mmm, you're not half-bad." He gently rubbed her legs, and she looked away. He gently caressed her chin, turning her head back to him, and softly kissed her. "Use your tongue a little more." Madara instructed, sliding his thumb and fore finger in her hair. He stopped and she withdrew, coughing, gasping for air and he laughed.
"You're quite inexperienced at this, hn?" He asked, smirking, rubbing her lower back and she looked away from him. "It's fine if you don't say anything. I'll assume you're saying yes." Madara said, nibbling her neck, and she giggled cutely. "How adorable." Madara kissed her hand, and she shivered as he spoke, "I'm going to make sure you remember every last bit of me, little Saya." He offered her the magazines, "But before that night comes, I think tonight we should focus on these. You'll be sticking around for a long, long, time, my dear." He promised, smirking, and patting the magazines. "Time to study up, while the night is still young." Madara grinned, and she looked at the magazines, opening up a page and blushing violently, before shoving them to his chest. "did that old fool pamper you with not showing you these things? He may have shown you the nicer side, but let me show you the dark side." Madara offered, kissing her, before she withdrew and slapped him in the face, scribbling something on his forehead, and promptly walking off. "What'd she-" She checked his reflection in the pond water, the words, 'I'm an inconsiderate douche bag', were on his forehead.