Ningyo (Doll)
Chapter 3
Sleep Deprivation
His arms were wrapped about her, face buried within the nape of her neck, his warm breath tickling her skin. Her back to his chest, as she slept oblivious to this position. Madara had fallen asleep, but had woken up giddy. He'd stolen a treasure that Orochimaru and Kabuto both treasured. This girl with her strange eyes and her coppery hair. What had Orochimaru see in her? Madara froze, as Saya turned in his hold, snuggling closer to him and pulling his cloak over her a little more. He relaxed,
He had forgotten that the mattresses for the safe house had been removed, form old age and the elements. So, he collected several rugs, stacked them on top of each other, and used his Akatsuki cloak as a blanket for her, mostly, but they ended up both using it (His idea). Madara let her feed off his warmth, Saya not saying a single thing, even as he watched her toss and turn in terror filled nightmares, before calming. He stroked her head, wondering what she dreamt of. Love? Hate? Killing? Running away? What? He moved some hair behind her ear, hoping the soft touch would keep away her nightmares.
What did he need to do, so she would have the same connection with him, like she did with Orochimaru? He stroked her hair, kissing her forehead softly, watching her. She smelt heavenly. Her coppery coils smelt of coconut conditioner, her skin of something sweet, like his pipe's smoke, and the perfume that was fading from her skin, smelt gently of flowers. Everything about her, moving the nameable scents aside, was intoxicating. He wanted to be here, all day and night, sleeping here. Just sleeping.
His mind cleared, as his vision blurred. He felt peaceful. Was this her ability? What sounds would she make if he was to take her for himself? Would she moan in bliss from his touch, or pull away fearfully? That Look of terror, confusion, and fear. He'd known it all his life, but the way it contorted her features… Something touched his chest, and she looked down. "Saya?" He questioned, and she stared sleepily at his chest. "Are you hungry?" He asked, but she pushed him away gently, getting up and going to the bathroom. The toilet flushed, the sink water echoed before there was a heavy thump, making Madara get up and break the door handle. Saya sat on the floor of the bathroom, shivering.
~O~O~O~
"Do you enjoy this life?" He's asked, as she laid in the cold snow, blood tainting the pure white around her, as she bled. Tears rolled down her cheeks, as she laid there, the paralysis setting deep within her bones. "The last survivor of a long forgotten Clan, struggling for a useless existence in the mountains of snow, where you don't belong. How sad." She closed her eyes, as their hand brushed her forehead, making her looked back. "I know the feeling of being an out cast. It hurts, doesn't it?" Blood rolled down the side of her mouth, and stained the snow beneath her head, "I'm not an out cast any more, and you don't have to be one either. Hated so much you're chained to this place during it's year long winters. How you're alive not is remarkable."
"Ha…te…" She interjected, "Leave me. To die." He smiled, picking her up and hugging her to him, before resting his head on her chest,
"Do you really want that?" He asked, as she choked a sob, "Let's make a contract. So you'll never be alone." He said, rubbing her back gently, panting, "I'll leave today, but I'll come back for you. If I don't, you can continue to live this isolated life of yours. If I come back, then you'll live with me. Deal?"
"…Yes." She agreed, and he smirked,
"I'm called 'Orochimaru'. I need to know your name so we can complete the contract." He said, and she said nothing for a while, looking down at the chains around her ankles and her neck.
"Ningyo No Yuki."
~O~O~O~
Saya sat up abruptly, gripping her chest, "Something wrong?" She looked over, seeing only Madara and felt somewhat disappointed. He took her hand and she took it back, leaving the room flustered. "Saya, I'm not in the mood to chase you around. I'm tired." He stated, and she went back to the room, and showed him the middle finger, before continuing on her way. She sat at the edge of the ground, dipping her feet in the pond, closing her eyes. The koi swam under her feet, rubbing their find against them, making her giggle. She smiled, reaching down to touch them but they ran from her touch.
Saya stood back up and went back to the room, Madara opening an eye, before closing his eye. She snuggled up in the cloak, before pushing him off the 'bed'. "Ooof! What the hell?" Madara growled and she looked at him innocently. He sighed, trying to get back onto the bed, but she pushed him off, "Stop this." He grunted, put she kept him off the bed. Madara laughed, pulling her over to him, smirking mischievously. Madara picked her up and laid with her, covering them up before falling asleep again. Saya slowly fell asleep as well, hoping not to have anther dream nor nightmare, but when any sort of dream came, she forced herself awake.
When Madara woke up the next morning, Saya was wandering around aimlessly. "Saya, come here a moment." Madara said, sitting on the outside bed, as she stumbled over. He put the magazines on the bed once more. "I noticed you didn't really pick much form these, so, maybe, we could go over them one more time?" Saya took the thick, 1 inch magazines, and threw them in his face, as he grunted, "What is wrong with you?" Madara demanded, seeing her puffy eyes and how she held a 'don't care' expression. He pulled her over to the bed, forcing himself to overlook the magazines being thrown in his face, "Why don't you take a little nap while I go and check on something?" He offered, and she sat on the bed, as he left.
~O~ Base ~O~
"She reacts rebelliously and bitchy when she doesn't get her sleep." Kabuto responded, when Madara asked him how Saya acts with no sleep. "She seemed to have night terrors on occasion, and forced herself to stay awake. Usually, she'd fall back asleep after a rather violent outburst, and sleep for a whole day or two." Kabuto concluded, and Madara wondered something.
"How violent?" Madara questioned. If 'violent' was her throwing the books at him, he could overlook that. It didn't hurt as much as it had hurt his pride, seeing as how he'd become more of a pushover. He was turning into Saya's bitch, instead of her dominator. Now that angered him a bit.
"I put her in a room, after lack of sleep, with a man and a door. She ripped the man's arms and legs off, kicked him aside, ripped of the door, and wandered around until she finally fell asleep in a small corner in a empty room." Kabuto replied, and Madara blinked, "Despite how Orochimaru did not approve, Saya also reacted violently animalistic when separated from either of us for too long." Madara nodded, thinking. "She needs to be put in a completely dark room, no lights, with a soft bed and thick blanket that will warm her quickly. That's what I have discovered, is the best way to keep her properly healthy. Now, when will she be returned to me?" Kabuto questioned, Madara looking thoughtfully at his pipe.
"When my plan succeeds, you may have her back." Madara said absently, "Until then, I suppose I'll be holding her ransom to ensure your very best work ethic." The Uchiha chuckled darkly, "Of course, that's only a possibility. I can't really promise anything. You understand, right Kabuto? I mean, after all, she is a very beautiful woman." He said, leaning back in his chair, and Kabuto clenched the desk, before flipping it over. Madara simply grinned and stared at him, "Something the matter?"
"Do not treat her as some type of possession!" Kabuto exclaimed, "You can't domesticate a wild animal." Madara blinked in surprise, before a vulpine smile crossed his lips, and he snickered. Kabuto was caught off guard, as Madara laughed,
"That's right! You can't make a stray into a house pet! Your old master brought her in, did he not?" Madara sneered, "Do you wish me to treat her like an animal? Do you do this as well?" Kabuto choked, speechless, "Well I'm leaving." Madara said, and with that, vanished,
~O~ Safe House ~O~
A few Zetsu clones moved new mattresses into the Safe house rooms, as Saya watched. Madara glanced over, pausing in his construction work of making a window and door for one of the rooms. He grinned at Saya, who glared back. "I hope you know this is all being done for you. I'm not being inconsiderate." Madara returned to working, "So. Why did you have such a strong connection with that old criminal, Orochimaru?" Saya looked down, Madara offering her a pad of paper and a pen, and she took them, staring at the blank page, before writing something down, and showing it to him.
'He came back for me.'
Madara was confused, "Didn't anyone else come back for you?" Saya lowered her head, shaking it in a 'no'. She wrote something else down, and stuck out her tongue at him,
'Douchebags don't deserve answers.'
He groaned, before the pad and pen were thrown in his face, as she left, going to the pond. The koi in the pond swam around in a perfect circle, and she glanced back to make sure Madara was watching. He watched in shock, as she dove into the circle and vanished, before the fish parted and continued to swim aimlessly. He checked the pond, a few Zetsu clones coming over, "We're ready to put the door in." One of them reported, and Madara nodded,
"Hn. I seemed like this will work in our benefit." Madara stated, tying his hair up in a pony tail, "Let's work faster. I want it done before she comes back." the clones nodded and walked off, as he glanced at the pond. If she could do that, she probably wouldn't come back. But then- how did she do it in the first place? And why didn't she do it earlier? No matter. He'd kill the koi fish when she got back so that it wouldn't happen again. Mission accomplished, problem solved.
~O~ Sound Village ~O~
The squelching found of her wet footsteps echoed in the empty hallways, as she wandered around with really no purpose in mind. Her chest hurt, and she did pause repeatedly, to catch her breath, leaning against a wall to do so. She gripped the flesh over her heart and she collapsed, gasping for air. When the most painful of moments had passed, she dragged herself to her feet and kept walking until she came to the room she was looking for.
A single bed, holding blood stained sheets still, blood splattered on the walls, but there was no body. She wheezed for air, but still managed to make it to the side of the bed before she collapsed into a chair next to it, panting from strain. She reached down and pulled up her dress enough to reveal her scared ankles, and pulled down the neck of it to revealed her equally scarred neck, before relaxing in the chair.
This chair she'd sat in all day and all night, completely at peace. She didn't mind that, at the time, she didn't have a bed. She'd rather not have one. Just this chair. This old, creaking, wooden chair. Saya rocked in it, closing her eyes. "I didn't think anyone was here." She quickly sat up, covering her neck and standing up so her dress would cover her ankles. "Sasuke, I found a straggler." The man yelled down the hallway, and Saya stood her ground. A boy with short navy hair stepped into the room, pausing. "Saya." He said, and she calmed down, as he came over to her. "Where have you been all this time?" She looked around, grabbing a pencil and a pad of paper from the night stand next to the bed, writing something down, and offering it to him. "I see. Why are you here?" she took the pad back and wrote something else down, giving it back, "How did you get here? Through the water?" She nodded, "You're in pain. Sit." Saya sat back down and relaxed.
"Sasuke, I thought we killed stragglers." The first male with light blue hair said, and Sasuke shook his head.
"Leave her. She's in enough pain as it is." Sasuke said, Saya staring at the bed solemnly, breathing ruggedly. She doubled over and grabbed her chest, groaning. The first man moved to assist, but Sasuke pushed them back into the hall, "We came for a reason. Get to work." He said bluntly, not looking back at Saya as she got up and went to the closet, exiting with a purple waist rope and trotting towards the area she entered the village from. "Hold it." Sasuke said, and she halted, looking back curiously as he approached her. He took the rope from her hands and tied it around her waist, before standing up, "Don't get into trouble." He stated, before sending her on her way.
She looked back at Sasuke once, before getting back into the room with the koi pond she entered the village from. He'd have rough times before good ones and lots of children in his future, but she couldn't really tell him that. Saya dove back into the circle of koi fish, and vanished as easily as she'd appeared.
When she did reappear in the pond of the safe house, since there was no place to reappear at the Base, she poked her head out to make sure no one was around, before pulling herself out. Madara appeared and began to savagely (and quite asshole-ish of him) to spear the koi fish in the pond. "HaHA! I don't know how you left, but it won't be happening again." He stated triumphantly, earning himself a kick to the groin. As he fell over and curled into the fetus position, she began to angrily kick him in the ass. It may have been a bitch move on her part, but he killed fish that did nothing wrong whatsoever. He fucked up first. When she was satisfied that he wouldn't be able to sit for a few months, she walked of momentarily, coming back him with a black permanent marker. "What are you-?" He started, before she punched him in the face so he'd shut up.
When she was done scribbling on his face, she walked off to the bed and sat down, curling up in the long ends of the waist rope, and falling asleep. Madara checked his reflection in the water and groaned in pain and disgust with a 'Not again' as he studied his own refection. She'd doodles a French mustache on him, complete with curled tips, and on his forehead she put;
'I am no longer a inconsiderate douche bag, but a self-centered jerk off'