Kind Soul Frees
By: Unknownred
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Summary: Sakura Haruno goes on a class trip to Yokohama, Japan and gets abducted randomly by a terrorist. She soon learns that over half of Japan has been taken over and without knowing she had just crossed into the territory of the overruled country. Devastated, Sakura tries to escapes and in return, only gets tortured more. What will happen to Sakura? Will she escape again or die trying? Read and find out!
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Rated: M
Pairings: SakuXSasu
Genres: Suspense/Romance
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Chapter Three – Holding onto what can save you
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Previous
"Breaking News, there have been eight silent shootings, suspected to be covered by the fireworks and five random shootings, witness Nara Shikamaru, a high school student from KLH. He has reported to his teacher the sound of shootings after the third drumming session of the festival's drummers but couldn't be sure if it was intentional or not. After the first sound of fireworks set off, he told us that he had heard the same gun shot from earlier."
"I know what a gun shot sounds like and when that firework had set off, it was off a beat. Gun shot first then firework blast." The voice of Shikamaru spoke through the sound system of the TV.
Flashes of images are shown across the screen. People running, screaming, booths thrashed, walls chipped, a couple of KLH students running in a blur and some hiding. There was one random tourist who happened to be video recording at his/ her outing and caught a lady falling to the ground, blood pooling from her chest.
"Three hours ago, at about five minutes before seven, there was a bomb at the west side of the festival in which Nara Shikamaru had brought two of his female students to safety. One particular student who also attended KLH, Haruno Sakura has gone missing and is suspected as dead. Authorities have gone on a search for the girl and found a shoe that her friends had identified as hers. Inspectors came and found a pendant with an engraved snake wrapped around a gun from within her shoe. This may be another clue to the shooting and perhaps another dead end to our shooters and Haruno Sakura. She has naturally pink hair and emerald eyes, if anyone spots her, please call this number 1-800-XXXX. On the other hand, the death rate has been calculated, about twenty three people are dead, and fifteen are injured. This is News Channel 81, Jane Haroshi signing off."
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A month later in Saga, Japan: April. Sakura
Sakura is seated on a hard steel benched, her wrists and ankles bound by large ropes. Every move she makes, shifting her position, the rope rubs against her tender skin creating a red rash.
Her mouth is gagged but her eyes aren't, not that she needed to see much anyway. They had taken care of her, placing her in a dark cell, four walls closing her in, no windows and the only light that Sakura sees exists is the two inches below the door, the light seeping through the space from outside.
She breathes through her nose, not daring to tongue the rag. She doesn't know where it has been or how it was used, but for now, its only purpose was to silence her screams. How long has she been in the cell? What day is it? What's going on outside?
She doesn't know much of anything really, except the fact that she has been abducted by the enemy who were involved in the shooting at the Yokohama Festival. Is she even in Yokohama anymore? She doesn't remember much since that day she fell and struggled to escape.
Little pieces of memories stick in her mind but then as quickly as she can pinpoint where and when the memory started, it disappears and she's left wondering how she got stuck here in the first place, why didn't she tell her friends where she was at? Why was she so selfish to even think only of the evidence and not of her friend's safety? She could have been alive with her friends, safe from harm's way. But she's not, well, safe.
Feeling her stomach clenched, she squeezed her eyes shut. She shouldn't, she couldn't hold it in any longer— where was the bathroom when she needed one? She's been holding her bladder ever since they threw her in this cell, locking her up. She protested, struggled, not wanting anything dangerous to happen to her. Besides this entire ruckus she has made, nothing in peculiar has happened to her.
She stands and shuffles to the corner of the bench, the ropes limiting the length she can move. She can't hold it in no more, she has to go and she does. Squatting at the corner, hoping there wasn't an invisible wall that someone can see her and she can't see them— like in those investigation movies. She's relieved to hear silence except the sizzling of her urine being soaked into the soil behind the bench.
After a few minutes of doing nothing, Sakura goes back to sit at the bench, kicking her legs up in a pretzel position. Who were those people anyway? She piled question on top of each other. What do they want from her? A certain face flashed through her mind. Long shoulder length black hair, eyes that protruded through her soul as he glared at her, the position he held his gun— very profession, she could tell. But he had missed her by a hair as he continued to shoot at her. Why though, she wondered. Why didn't he kill her the moment he spotted her, instead he demanded her to get down.
She didn't listen then, if she did, what would have happened to her? She'd probably be stuck in this cell either way. Sighing, Sakura twitches her nose as her pee starts to stench.
Shuffles of feet announce the arrival of someone behind the door. The door must be steel shut despite all the locks from the outside that the person had to go through. What room was she in anyway?
Click.
Light illuminated through as the door opens wide. Sakura turns her head, her eyes stinging from being blinded. She doesn't move as the figure walks in, his foot steps coming closer to her.
Blinking her eyes to get used to the light, she sees a pale hand reach towards her. She holds her breath and turns her attention to the person. Eyes glaring through her soul, her eyes widen to realizing this was the man who had kidnapped her.
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Itachi
She stares at him bewildered, her eyes filled with shock and to his disappointment, there wasn't any fear lingering about. He presses his lips in a hard line, narrowing his eyes as he caught the stench of urine.
With all the confusion and fuss that his gang members were making outside in the lobby, Itachi pushed aside the questions of his disappearance and their main topic, the girl? To be frank, he thinks she's a spy and is under cover as a high school student— nowadays, most agents are as young as freshmen in high school, why would she make a difference?
Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, he places the plate of foot on the surface of the bench. The girl he had taken has given him a mouthful of trouble with her kicks of struggle, her loud screams, and her long like cat nails which he took the privilege of clipping.
She sat there, her eyes following his hand as it retracted from the plate. He watched as she swallowed hard and doesn't hesitate to move back against the wall. He reaches over as the girl jerks her head back. Grunting, he pulls the rag off the girl's mouth. "Eat." He demanded, watching her with careful eyes.
If he wanted answers from this undercover agent, he'd have to take pretty good care if he wanted to use her as ransom. What was this girl trying to play at? Didn't she know who he is? Why didn't she retreat if she knew there was a time bomb inside that window? What was she reaching for anyway? A question popped in his head, what's her name? Ever since his past betrayal, he had connections to all the top agents that were after his case. But this girl…
She averted her gaze from his and twitched her nose, "What is it?"
He didn't answer, taking a step back. She bent forward; her eyes cast down to inspect her meal and gasped, "What is it?"
"Eels." He spoke low and turned to go back to the door, "Enjoy your meal."
"Eels?" Her voice rose in question, a hidden sense of fear erupted making Itachi's lips form into a smirk. There it was, the fear he has been waiting for as he reached the door. He grabbed the door and swung it shut behind him. Pointed towards his amusement, a thought had jutted into his mind, a thought that could ruin her and make him feel alive. The thought was to torture the girl.
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Five hours later, Itachi
He was back and struggling with the girl in her rope chains. He had threatened her but she didn't obey to his liking. Glaring at the troublesome girl in front of him, he grunted as he threw her to the floor.
He then got on one knee and pinned her down, digging his hands around her bounded wrists against the soiled ground. "If you don't behave, I'll lock you up in an ice box next!"
She went still, her eyes widening at the thought. Satisfied, he straddled her petite waist and glared down at her emerald eyes. With one hand, he took a hold of both her wrist and twisted the rope bounding her wrists into one. Her voice shook as she asked what was he going to do to her. Smirking as the tension in her body grew; he grabbed the small tank of gasoline and let it hover over her face. "What do you know?" He asked, daring to pour the gas on her face.
She shot him a questioning look before speaking, "What are you talking about?"
He growled, slapping her face with his other hand, "Answer me!"
She cried out with enough truth and determination in her voice as she can muster, "I don't know what you're talking about!"
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Outside Sakura's cell
Karin remotely turned a blind's eye and glared at Deidara for being too nosy with Itachi's new toy. "Stop dawdling over there; we have to get to work, you know?"
Deidara smiled at her, his eyes dazzling as to what he imagined Itachi was doing to the girl, "I can do better!"
Karin rolled her eyes as another member of their gang strolled into the room, "Tobi, go bother your boyfriend."
Tobi stood there, his brow cocked up in confusion. He always wore a bandana over his head, covering the mass of black hair as he skipped innocently towards his best friend. "Deidara, what's wrong?"
Deidara, ignoring Karin's retort and Tobi's childlike behavior, rolled his eyes and tip toed to the door that blocked them from Itachi and his prisoner. "Hush up, boy. I'm trying to listen."
A small shriek was heard from behind the door, making Tobi's eye brows furrow in confusion. "Tobi's curious! What's going on? Was that sound just now a puppy?"
Karin snorted and glanced back at the two idiots, "You can say that, once Itachi's through with her, she'll officially be Itachi's bi—"
A scream from inside the room snapped everyone's attention to the door. Annoyed at being interrupted, Karin growled and stood up from her seat. What was Itachi doing anyway to that girl? Why is he interested in her anyway? It wasn't even in their plan to take the girl and care for her… if you can call that caring, locking the girl up in a cell and letting her consume eels for meals.
"PUPPY'S GETTING—" Tobi's voice rose in panic and was quieted down by a hand slapped over his mouth.
Deidara glared dangerously at Tobi, "Shut up moron, do you want us to get in trouble?"
Tobi shook his head and peered apologetically at Deidara and glanced back to do the same to Karin. Karin shrugged while rolling her eyes. Why would she care what happens to that girl? It's not her problem.
Silence engulfed the room as the door started to open. Deidara gasped and ran passed Tobi, flinching when Karin tripped him with her foot and Itachi, tiredly walking out his prisoner's cell.
The scene couldn't have been more awkward and funny as this one has been. Karin grinned at Itachi, after he had locked the door turned around to see Tobi giving him the crying puppy dog eyes and Karin chortling at a red-faced Deidara.
"What's going on here?" He asked, clearly oblivious to the whole ordeal.
Karin shoots him a suspicious glance before urging him to tell them what happened to the girl, "Sounded like a bloody war in there… did you drive your sword into her?"
Itachi narrows his eyes at Karin and turns to go without answering. Tobi, still standing in his way, bawls at Itachi. "Puppy died?"
Sweat dropping at Tobi's innocence, Itachi shakes his head sadly at his analogy of the girl. "Tobi, go tend to your boyfriend." He then walks around Tobi and disappears around the corner.
"HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND!" Deidara yelled, snapping from his train of thoughts.
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A week later, Sakura
She doesn't know how long she's been in the room but she has grown to know the routine quite well. The man that kidnapped her would bring her a meal of eels and sometimes a change of choice like snakes in which to her taste is nasty, if she doesn't eat it, five hours will pass by and he'll come up with some other torturous way in feeding her meal to her.
Having something force down her throat isn't how Sakura imagined being fed to. She thought he'd at least molest her then get rid of her or something, but that has yet to happen… if it ever happens.
Everyday, he'd ask her questions to which she can't answer. Up to now, she has grown tired and bored out of her mind and yet she still dreams of her home, her friends and family and wonder if anyone is looking for her; if there's still hope to hold onto.
She has thought of suicide or any possible tactics to escaping but it seems her capturers are smart enough, if they have been kidnapping for a living and developed experience until now. Was she their first victim because it seemed like the only person to torture her was the man who had taken her in himself? She sighs as her stomach growls hungrily. When will she get some real food around here? When will that man learn that she's not who he thinks she is? What was he even thinking? Did she look like someone he knew, an enemy? Clearly she has never met this man in her entire life, why now?
"Are you willing to participate or do I have to drill you until you answer?" The man holds up a portable electric driller and places the tip on the surface of her hand.
Was he bluffing? Will he really drill a hole through her hand? Sakura didn't know but she wasn't going to risk it— all he wanted was answers. Was that so hard for her to comprehend? What harm would it do to her that's she's not already in if she happened to give him false information? Her eyes flickered at the thought as she gazes at him. She swallows, what does he want to know anyway? She better play the part or die trying. "What is it you want to hear?"
He lifts the drill off of her hand and smirks at her willingness. "Are you one of them?"
Them what? Sakura's eyes were glued to his devious gaze. What was she supposed to answer anyway? Yes, no? If he's a professional shooter, then he must be talking about some organization, right? "Nn— yes."
She hears him chuckle low under his breath as his eyes danced with self confidence, "Good, we're getting somewhere."
She swallows as he asks her another question.
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Two weeks later, Sakura
All the lies built and piled on top of each other and still the man whose name she found out recently, Itachi has been asking her the same questions and she, the same answers. If she has to pretend to be someone she's not, she's done one heck of a job at concealing her fake identity, like coming up with more stories to add when she's supposed to be sleeping.
The question that has been bugging her ever since a week before were: where were her rescuers, weren't they pursuing her kidnap? She probably wasn't on the news of something that happened not too long ago— if she was, Itachi her kidnapper and possibly the leader of an organization would know of it; would know of her and that she was lying to him from the very start, not that she hasn't tried telling the truth from the beginning.
From his lack of torture on her, she wasn't as convinced that Itachi bought her fake story as someone working for some secluded organization, like some spy or agent… which brought another thought to mind, would a captured agent reluctantly release secret information that worked so easily at getting a hold of to their captors? Did she do something wrong? Was she too highly suspicious of? She must have failed at some point and improved in another. Other than that, Itachi has been letting her meals subside until she was really hungry and she had no choice but to swallow the eel without having to taste the slimy texture.
It was dark and no light from outside has been lit, signaling that it must be night and everyone is asleep. Oh how wrong she was. The door to her chambers made a squeaky, eerie sound like those doors in horror movies, a monster ready to pounce on its prey. Sakura's breath hitched at the back of her throat as she listens carefully to the sound of a thump to the ground. She swallowed, having the dark room to herself every hour of the day, she has grown used to the darkness and not so much to the light.
Suddenly she hears a small spray of something near the door. What was that? Sakura swallows again and stands up, the rope rubbing against her skin. Wincing at the slight pain, she flinches as a common warning ring in her mind. Is that…
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The night before next month, May. Deidara
He watches her silhouette fall to the ground with a small thump. The gas bomb he made had worked out perfectly. He made sure this particular bomb was enough to knock someone out and erase any memory of the previous day. He also made sure that he chemically made the gas disappear within a couple of minutes.
He kicks the gas bomb to the side and closes the door two inches away from locking itself and then turns on a small flashlight before walking over to the fallen girl. He knows nothing of this girl's whereabouts, her name or who she really is but what he did suspect was how easily drawn Itachi has been towards this girl. What was so special about her anyway, despite the fact that she has a very peculiar hair color: pink?
Kneeling, he grabs the girl's body and hauls her against the bench to a sitting position before injecting her with a paralysis fluid that makes her whole body numb so that if she does awake, she can't scream or move, whatever the cost. Putting away the syringe, he slowly flares his flashlight on the girl. Indeed she had pink hair which complimented her porcelain skin but what really made Deidara wonder all those nights was if her hair color was actually natural. And what to test her if it was?
Placing the flashlight sideways on the surface of the bench, he reaches forward and grabs the hems of the girl's dirty shirt. She really needed a change of clothes and a bath too. She has been inside their secret complex for about a whole month. Shaking his head, he pulls up her shirt and checks out her smooth stomach and the invitation of her inner belly button. Snickering, he pokes her button inside, feeling the soft, warm walls of her belly.
Pulling the girl's shirt over her chest, he's greeted by a white lace bra which could mean that she's wearing a matching set… his eyes trailing down to her pants. Knowing he had to be quick and slick about his doings, he jerks her bra upwards revealing her peach mounds and the cherries staring back at him. Licking his lip, he felt his face flush with lust.
Taking one of her bosoms in one hand, he moved his other hand down the valley of her breasts and towards the buckle of her pants. Massaging her breast, he unbuckled her pants hastily and yanked it down, revealing her matching pair of lingerie. White and stained from sweat and urine.
Smirking, he eyed the black ribbon on each side of her panties that holds her panties together and tugs at the ends of the strings, loosening her tie. Watching as it slips off, he pulls it from underneath her bottom and through her thighs; stuffing it in his back pocket as a souvenir.
He couldn't help but admit that she was beautiful from the neck down, especially how unearthly, how rare it was to even have the opportunity to rape this exotic chick. The thought of Itachi ever finding out about his sin made him shiver and giggle in delight— oh, why should Itachi have all the fun?
Taking the light from the bench, he flashes her sex and amazingly sees that her pubic hair is specifically one color, pink. Taking his hand off her breast for a second, he moves down on both knees and positions the girl's legs over his shoulders to have a better look.
One small pearl budded out from her pale lids that hid the most valuable part or her body. Her virginity, unless Itachi hasn't done her first; he'll have to check. Taking a hand, he fingers her most precious spot that can bring wonders to women. The girl's breaths hitch unevenly, making known to Deidara that that could be a sensitive spot for the girl. He could totally use that as blackmail someday or whenever Itachi gets bored of her.
Smirking at his revelry, he starts his bidding to release the tension of the tent growing underneath his pants. Taking both of her breasts in his hand, he bends forwards and kisses just below her neck. Smack noises filled the air as he kissed below her breast and traveled down to her sweet innocence.
Taking a whiff of her scent, he couldn't help but decipher what she smelt besides filth. Something leafy or earthbound like seaweed he guessed. Pushing passed his suggestions; he pulls his strained shaft out of his pants and positions himself at her entry.
He was at his limit, after holding off for a couple of weeks and tending to his projects of bombs— pinky here would never know or suspect a thing from him, after all she didn't see his face. Enough of holding his lust in, she owed him this much. He entered her quick, earning him a grunt and a small whimper from her unconscious state.
Fast and easy was his memo as he filled her with his colors of relief and even did an unbelievable devastation to not even she was aware of. He squatted over her face and made her swallow the evidence he had committed. Now no one, not even Itachi will know whose DNA had raped his little possession, unless she got herself pregnant. By far and from the beginning, Deidara was a risk-taker.
Wrapping up the bomb and syringe into a small bag, he pulled on his pants and made sure pinky looked exactly as she was when she fell to the ground but this time, he had the decency to leave her sitting upright against the bench, her neck bent back as her mouth was left slightly open for the rest of his discharge to evaporate. Silently as he was coming in, he walked out the room and locked the door behind, not bothering to cross examine one specific detail to Itachi's toy.
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May, Itachi
What Deidara had not taken to heart was the fact that the very next day Itachi was doing his rounds was when he discovered Sakura's room smelled like sex. Enraged at his suspicions, he checked up on the girl he kept imprisoned and found her stuffing the meat of a snake into her mouth.
"Girl," He spoke, his eyes narrowing at her sudden behavior in devouring her meals. "What are you hiding from me?"
The girl looks up, her face paled with hunger as she gives him a questioning glance. He deepens his glare at her as he tries to piece together what the smell of sex was doing in her cell. Was this girl masturbating? No, it couldn't be that… it takes two to create this sort of scent. Twitching at the stench, he walks back out, slamming her cell door close with a bang.
Who in the name would dare touch his prisoner? But why would he care? She's not his and he doesn't have to like her even if someone did rape her. Growling below his breath, he thought of the possibilities that someone within his organization was the culprit, but whom? Karin was out of the question, since she practically disliked the girl being the main topic of their plans and would do nothing but to kill the wench. Sighing, Itachi knew that when he'd get to the bottom of the truth, that person won't be the same person he was the previous night.