Sakura
"It seems you're sacrificing your queen. A mere pawn has just given up her most practical piece." Kabuto chuckled slightly and Sakura stared up at him as she pondered what he'd said for a brief moment. After some time, she nodded to herself as if in agreement about something. "A pawn has not the power to sacrifice a queen, ne, Kabuto san?" she began, mischief clearly in her emerald gaze. "Besides, what do I care if my queen gets captured for a bit? As long as I get her back, and I intend to, the game lives on. Also, as long as my King remains in tact, I still win." She was back to toying with him. She couldn't help it. The pleasure that this young woman felt by holding the ability to confuse the silver haired boy was all too obvious. Even in the face of her immense fear, Haruno Sakura still managed to have her small bit of fun.
The girl knew very well their game was not yet over, nor their fun, but it did not surprise her when all the young man did was stare at her after thanking her for the book and turning on his heels to leave. She did not feel sadness. That was not quite the right word. However, she soon felt empty because she knew what was coming. Outside she could hear small laughter and an angry Sasuke. That was very bad news for her. Just to get back at him for not saying anything, she laughed and waved to him like it was a shame to see him go, though it was not. Kind of, anyway. "Later four eyes!" she called after him, now content with herself as she leaned back and awaited the inevitable. It was still a thought to implant her feet on the ground, but in the end, she did not do it.
[ I don't know what I was expecting, and yet I do. Sasuke kun came in shortly after Kabuto had upset him with something about his broken nose being fitting. I definitely agreed, though I'd never admit it at the time. I was taken back to Sasuke's room after a lot of pointless bickering and refusing. It resulted in my first 'punishment' of sorts. A broken arm. Ugh. I really wanted to go back and just sit in silence while I awaited Kabuto san's return. This. Sucked. ]
Sasuke
"You look more pathetic than I thought possible. Really, Uchiha, the look suits you. A Bloody and battered broken nose. I'd try the style, but for some reason I don't think it would look quite right on me." Oh those words irked him. The Uchiha male darkly narrowed his now onyx eyes in anger at the silver haired four eyes. Sasuke. Was. Very. Pissed. Off. Not a good thing. "And I suppose that you think you won't pay for this? Just wait, Kabuto.." The young man's tone was threatening and yet held a certain promise to it. "I'll deal with you later..For now, I have Sakura chan to attend to.." And with that, he walked past Kabuto and stood in the doorway, boring his gaze into the young woman's clearly frightened irises.
"Get up, Sakura chan.." he demanded, narrowing his eyes so as to scare her further. He was not in the mood to joke around, especially since Kabuto had managed to make him mad. No, wait, that's not the right word. Livid is more appropriate. "N-Nai.." Sakura sat on her bed and shook her head in defiance. "Gomen, Sasuke kun...demo...nai.." Oh he was mad. Sasuke simply rolled his eyes and, in one swift movement, bent her same arm that had just almost healed so that it made a very sick snapping sound. This of course caused the young woman to cry out in pain and the young man picked her up, putting him over his shoulder and carrying her to his room. "This seems rather familiar, ne, Sakura chan?" he said in a teasing tone of voice.
Obviously, it was familiar. Sakura remembered their previous encounter where this same thing had happened and she bit her lip trying to will away the pain of her arm. Unfortunately, that was not to be the end of it.
As they arrived, Sakura was very rudely dropped onto the ground where she let out a sort of squeak from landing on her leg awkwardly. Now it hurt and there was sure to be a bruise there, well, there would have been had what happened not taken place. All that needs to be known is that Uchiha Sasuke had a very wicked grin on his face as the door closed behind them and not too long after, there was screaming.
[ I am very aware that I acted very despicably. Sakura chan should never have forgiven me, although she did come to do so in time. She won't talk about the endeavors of that day and I won't tell you much more than she would. I'll tell you this just to satisfy your curiosity. Leave the rest to your imagination, as it's probably much kinder than what really happened. The one arm I had already broken, I broke in a second place. The bones in her legs, I also did a lot of damage to. In the heat of her torture, I even went so far as to give her what she'd always wanted. Of course, at the time, I knew she no longer wanted any kind of romantic affairs, demo I did it anyway. Mostly, it was a way of muffling her loud screaming. I knew Kabuto was going to be mad and that was why I did it. Well, partly. The other part was that in a very sick way, I loved hearing her scream. ].
Kabuto
Kabuto now had the time on his hands to visit all of the unruly, insignificant prisoners being held in disgusting cell chambers and caged like the filthy animals they were. But they were of little amusement to him now. As he slashed at their thin skin and threatened them until they were screaming and begging for it to stop, all he could think was that they did not have the defiant sparkle in their eyes that she words did not bite at his fury, in fact he felt no anger at all. They were too simple and offered no challenge to him. Before, he rather enjoyed toying with a man's emotions. Now it provided nothing. What was the point of hacking a man to pieces, if that man was so ready to give up?
Afterwords, his analytical, calculated fingers proceeded to combine various ingredients in very specific amounts, intending to create enough of his special medication for the sickly Orochimaru to ingest over a continuous period of time until he had his hands on him. He could only hope it was soon. He wanted that person gone from their lives. Oh, how he hated the Uchiha. His only regret was that he would not be able to physically defeat the boy, spill his blood, and torture him until he was brought to begging tears. He was the one male left who he would feel immense joy after inflicting pain to, over and over and over again. It was unlikely he would receive this opportunity, much to his dismay.
When he was finished with both of these tasks, he considered returning to his bed and sleep the day away. He hadn't gotten much sleep lately, although he had grown accustomed. However, something was pulling him in the opposite direction. This pull was rather inconvenient, because he had no choice but to follow it. His body and mind willed him to. At first, he had no clue where he was going, however when he was 3/4 of the way there, he knew. His feet were bringing him to the Uchiha brat whom he despised. He didn't want to see his face, because if he did he may just break that nose of his all over again. Just before arriving to his door, however, he heard noises on the other end that seemed to be approaching. He hid down another nearby hallway, watching intently. Sasuke emerged, carrying with him..a very injured and very much suffering Sakura.
Although tempted to jump out, his rational side knew much better. That would be a silly, useless move. Instead, he quietly trailed behind. At one point, when Sakura had turned around, he had sworn she spotted him. However, if she did, she said nothing. He followed as they continued to walk, before arriving at her room. The room he gave her when she first arrived, and the room she had been dragged from and tortured badly.
How far did he go? He has no respect of the fact that she is mine. he thought, his eyes narrowing in rage. He swung her door open and tossed her aside. Although a distance away, he could hear a gasp and painful thud. He watched and waited, holding back every temptation in his body to attack the boy and make him pay for hurting his toy. After slamming the door shut, the boy didn't so much as look back at the room as he walked away. And after he was gone long enough, Kabuto appeared out of the dark hallway and approached the door.
He stared at it a moment. Should he go in? He heard a soft, pitiful noise on the other side, and knew that whether or not he should, he would. His hand reached out for the knob, almost on instinct, and turned as he pushed inward. The door slowly crept open, and he refused to look at her until he was inside and behind the closed door. And when he did, he almost let out a gasp.
Her arm that had been previously injured twice..was injured a third time. This time was the worse. Her legs were so badly broken and damaged, he doubted she could stand at the moment. She was on the floor, leaning against the bed. The pitiful noise he had heard on the other side was nothing compared to how pitiful she looked. If he didn't have a conscience, he would have laughed. If she were any of his other prisoners, he wouldn't have hesitated in continuing the fun with her. But the fact was, although he didn't like it, she was more than that. And seeing her like this, knowing he was the one who unwillingly handed her off to Sasuke, made him feel almost..guilty. almost. Still, at the very least looking at her was hard in the state she was in. He slowly approached her and wrapped both arms around her waist, picking her up without touching her worst injuries, and placed her on the bed. He wasn't trying to be all sentimental and caring, he just felt compelled to do something. He sat beside her, and when he looked over at her he noticed something. Her lips were swollen. His eyes widened slightly. He realized it was the least of her problems, but noticing it made him tense. Sasuke actually kissed her. That is one of the most disgusting images I could ever have in my head. he thought, angrier than he should have been. And then he became even angrier, at himself this time, for even caring. He was sick of caring about anything. But for some reason, he couldn't look at her like this. He reached over and ran his thumb against her lip, closing his eyes in both disgust at what Sasuke had done to what was his, and disgust at himself for bothering to help or care. Healing chakra pulsed through his finger, relieving the swelling until there was no evidence that she had been roughly and disturbingly kissed by that Uchiha.
He glanced away, sighing. He clenched his teeth in anger and his fist curled up slightly. Why did he get the urge to help her? Why should he bother? Why couldn't he just continue the torture. She was probably so emotionally and physically injured that if he pushed her sensitivities just right, he could probably break her. But he didn't want to. I want to break her myself, not with the help of that boy he told himself.