Jeen woke up in the back of what looked like a closet, her scalp bruised and left cheek bleeding mildly. She groaned and stretched her legs as far as the small space would allow, wringing her wrists around in the toughened rope that bound her to what she thought was a metal bar.
She opened her eyes, greeted by darkness. The rims of the closet were outlined by small needle-like beads of light, but they were to small to be seen through. Outside the closed space were voices, yelling and shouting, screaming and crying. The cries echoed around the walls some more blood curdling then others, most just painful. Torturous sounds of dancing chains and tightening wires reached her ears, distressing signals giving weigh in her gut. Bile rose to the back of her throat and she barely swallowed it down.
Making quick movements, being careful not to make any sudden noise, she scrambled into the back of an oddly damp corner. The constant screaming was torturous to her ears as she was brought back to past memories of being in the gang. It almost reminded her of the SAW movies she and Ren used to watch after a long period of being at home. School, she thought. It's almost here too...
She swallowed hard and almost screamed when the heavy yelling approached her door, but she bit her lower lip and swallowed it down. Closing her eyes quickly, she stilled herself. Better to play dead then to be awake when they take her out. Permanently.
The closet door slammed open, a not so nice looking ninja looming in front of her. His yellow eyes scanned over her before untying her bonds from the pole and retying them. The man yanked her by the hair and hauled her to her feet. "Wake the fuck up!" he yelled, slapping her not so gently across the face with the back of his hand. She cried out and opened her eyes, cheek stinging painfully.
"Aw, look at this little princess. Snagged her from the group right?" he turned to face the shadows.
"Yes." Jeen's head snapped in the direction of Kabuto's voice, growling when he smiled at her.
"You were dead.""Were, sweetheart. Lord Orochimaru might be dead, but I'm not to far off from finally assassinating the Akatsuki and you know it all to well." Jeen looked down shamefully, earning her a powerful backhand. She cried out for the second time, hitting the cement by Kabuto's feet.
"Tsk, tsk. Don't be stubborn. Your sister might have been extremely pain tolerant, but I wonder how you'll turn out." He paused. "You seem stronger than her." he sang, using his foot to nudge at her breasts. She used her body to squirm away. "Damn right I am." Carefully taking aim, she spit at his ankle. That earned her another beating, this time a kick to the stomach. She opened her mouth soundlessly and scrunched herself up, coughing and wheezing.
"Play nice and we might go easy on you. It might not seem like it, but we have connections here in your world now." He took his foot and pressed it to her skull.
"Don't want to resort to torture now do we.""Get the fuck off me." She spat, expecting another hit, maybe to her shoulders or legs, but it didn't come.
"Just tell us what we want to know. What are the Akatsuki's goal here in this," He looked around the room, "bizarre, chakra-less world?" Choosing her words carefully, Jeen smiled and barred her teeth.
"Bite me four eyes." Her head snapped back painfully from the contact of Kabuto's heel, rough and hard. She groaned in pain, screaming blood murder as they started to lug her out of the room. Kabuto smiled sinfully at her, shutting the door after their little trip down a bleak hallway. The screaming of other individuals reached her ears yet again, causing her to beg and plead for them to let her go. No one wanted torture. It was only natural for her to try and resist. "Shut up!" The yellow-eyed man yelled, kicking her in the gut once again. She recoiled and bit her bottom lip.
The sound of rushing water brought her out of her pain. Flipping onto her stomach to look around, she spotted a large, crummy porcelain tub, probably found in the back of some ally way on the south side of town, where all the lower class, dirty, gang members hung out, and hooked up to a faucet. Quickly, Jeen sat up and jumped painfully to her feet, sprinting to the door, almost making it with her shoulder. But as she slammed into it, before she could even smile in victory, the yellow-eyed man flashed into her line of vision, kicking her in the chest painfully and letting her fly across the room into the grey cement wall across from them. Her ribs splintered loudly with the impact, her shoulder dislocating itself from its socket and her arm drooping in a weird angle.
"AGH!" coughing, she let her body slump against the ground. Blood, scarlet and watery, dripped from her mouth to pool around the white of the tiled floor, turning it into a light pink. She watched the pool spread into the cracks where the tiles were seamed together with a tarnish and run.
It seemed to take forever for the two men to haul her to her feet and drag her to the now filled tub of ice cold bath water. She screamed even louder before the put her under. Thrashing violently, she stopped her screaming to preserve any air she had left.
It didn't take long until she ran out of preservation. Losing restraint, she took loads of water into her lungs and sputtered, blood seeping out into the water. Kabuto took her wet hair and pulled her head up. More coughing, followed by blood, pooled at their feet. "Will you tell us now?" They leaned her over the side of the tub, letting her hair droop into the slightly bloody water. The other man pulled the hair tie out of her hair, letting the rest of her hair pool around her shoulders.
She opened her mouth to speak, but ended up heaving water instead. The water's surface went murky and pale.
"Use your words." he spat. Jeen coughed one more time before taking the time to pop a quick 'No.' Jeen took in a long breath of air before the two men shoved her back under.
She'd never been tortured before, and she hoped that it would end quickly. But she was drastically wrong. It was like ripping off a thousand bandages all at a dreadfully slow pace that seemed to never end. And once one was discarded another one would start. Ren probably resisted as well, she knew she would have. None of the Akatsuki would tell either. Their loyalty was far too great for any sliver of dispersible knowledge. Telling herself to be strong, she let them push her under for another.
Back at base, Ren woke up with a loud wail of misery and Hadder quickly took her into his embrace and sang quietly to her, reassuring her that Jeen was alright. Pein knew right away not to take the older sister with them when they go to obtain Jeen.
"Oh man, the bitch is in for some serious pain induced torture." Hidan mumbled, rubbing a hand over his face. Kakuzu slapped him upside the head, followed by Kisame.
"Be quiet." Pein commanded, raising a stiff hand. Tobi was wringing his hands together.
"WAHHH! Jeen-Chan isn't going to die is she?" He wailed, only to be kicked by his Sempai. "Shut up! Tobi, un! She will be just fine!" He yelled, continuing to stomp on Tobi's side. Sasori just shook his head hoping his partner was more than right. "Will you two idiots please stop acting like a married couple and focus on the situation for once?" he growled, pulling Deidara effortlessly off of Tobi. Itachi remained silent and even though he didn't show it he was slightly concerned. Not for her, but for the knowledge she could leak. His thoughts were broken when Tobi let out another cry.
"Tobi." He growled, glaring at the annoying Uchiha who was rolling on the floor. Tobi lifted his masked face up to stare at Itachi who glared back.
"Yes, Itachi-Sempai….?" He sniffled, wailing yet again. Itachi's eye twitched at him and he stood up immediately, following Itachi to Jeen's room.
When they were finally alone, Itachi opened his mouth to speak but Madara quickly interrupted.
"I do know what you are thinking." He replied silently, no shaking shoulders or sniffling sobs. No wavering voice or tear tracks.
"And I am very concerned." Itachi rolled his eyes.
"I'd be shocked if you weren't." He said stoically. "Your feelings for Jeen are impeccable." Madara scoffed.
"Feelings?" he glared at him through the mask.
Sure, he and Jeen did share a kiss or so, a small embrace, more talking on, yes, his part, but there was no sappy love letter or declaration of happiness. They simply enjoyed each other's company nothing more.
"Yes feelings. What do you suppose showing her your true face accomplished? The fact that you and the girl continue to talk with no sign of threats is something." Madara paused and considered while Itachi went on.
"And have you considered the reason as to why you sprung for her after Hidan's small act the other day? Let me refresh your slightly bleak memory. You actually went for her. If I hadn't had as much trust as I do in your abilities I would have stepped in to intervene. And Im sure Leader-san or Konan would have done the same." Madara nodded silently, but he still doubted him.
"Whatever the cost is, we are getting her back. This is a mission, Itachi. You and I know that perfectly well. As mundane as you see this, I however, see this as a mission and a challenge. Therefore I will not let my so called feelings get in the way of our work to save Jeen. Understand?" Itachi nodded as he turned on his heel for the door.
"You called her by her first name." He stated rather smugly. A slamming door and fire of fury was his reply.
Jeen woke up on the floor by the tub, her bloodied feet chained to the floor, her hands bound behind her and chained down. She groaned and let her head roll on her neck. Her body was sore and broken, bruises, cuts, slashes, and torn clothing clinging to her person. Why, she thought, am I still alive? They would have probably killed her by now, or at least had disposed of her into a separate room rather than her torture zone. Going through everything, drowning, rape, electrical currents, and beatings had pretty much given her a reason to want to die. To actually want to pass away. And during her excruciating beatings she actually let her mind roam to Madara and his slight possessiveness over her two days ago. She chuckled at the memory, wincing as her cracked ribs gave weigh. Mouth open in a silent scream, her captors laughed. When they approached her again, before their hands could make contact, a large rumble shook the ground. She smiled at them.
"Tough luck, bastards."
Hey guys, after these questions and shit, Im going to give you a decent AN ok :D Please read it it's important.
Answer: I have no clue! I love Voldemort, but Buffy is just BAMF. Uh...Buffy XD
Question: When was your spring break?
I love all of you guys who are staying with this story, I really do. I'm so grateful that you guys are still reading after all the crap im feeding this story lol. And thanks to everyone who is just starting to read, your reviews are worth everything Im doing.
Writing hasn't really been easy lately. Life hasn't exactly been kind haha! As depressing as this sounds, I have depression. And so, I haven't been motivated enough to write or even to post something so you guys didn't get bored. My apologies, seriously. I hope you guys have an awesome spring break and I love all you Akatsuki lovers! Thanks so much, G'night! (or goodmorning...evening, afternoon, midday...)