Kind Soul Frees Chapter 5: You can hide, but you're easy to find, a naruto fanfic

Kind Soul Frees

By: Unknownred

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!

Rated: M

Pairings: SakuXSasu

Genres: Suspense/Romance

Chapter Five – You can hide, but you're easy to find

May, Five hours later. Sakura

Three hours ago, Itachi left her alone in the bathroom, confused and angry she heard him slam a couple of doors on his way to his destination. Not wasting anytime, Sakura yanked off her jeans and ran and jumped into the big pool. Surfacing the tub, she breathed out a relieved sigh; it has been too long since she last remembered taking a bath. Smiling, she scrubbed away the grime or any filthy spots she knew felt disgusted. Only if she had soap would she be happier but she knew Itachi must have thought twice on giving her soap, in case she used it as a weapon against him or a gift towards her. Not wanting to think of death, she shook her head and scrubbed her head, her nails tearing at the dead skin.

Recalling a time she and Ino went on a trip with Ino's parents, they went to a private bathhouse and Ino had offered to wash Sakura's hair. She remembered how Ino had scrubbed hard and fierce like a feline digging into its prey, but not like her mother who was worst and yet gentle at the same time, if that's even possible. Her nails dugs into her skull, massaging above and below until Sakura had noted that she was feeling a bit sleep, not sure if it was Mrs. Yamanaka's doings or the bathtub getting to her. She remembers thinking at the time that it'd be funny to make Ino's hair stand up like a cone head. Ino wasn't happy that she looked like an idiot, scowling at Sakura and splashing back with soapy water. In the end they had a water fight and Ino had won creating a bubbled beard on Sakura's face.

She wishes Ino was with her then and now, accompanying her as she sits in the ditch underground. She was glad she found that drain underneath her feet as she stood in the tub. She was gladder that her new clothes were bundle in plastic because after she had scraped her foot hurrying to put on her clothes and run back to the tub, she dove below, pulling the grate metal of the drain up. It didn't budge at first and the thought of the water draining, revealing her escape frightened her. Should she escape? She thought at the time, what if Itachi comes back and sees her trying to escape? What sort of punishment will he cast upon her?

It still bothered her as the drained finally came off and she swam through the small hole, placing the drain gates back to its regular place, tightening the grips and finally let go, her air sac weakening, her eyes stinging from the water rushing past her. She had found three tunnels underneath and heading to the very right, she was sucked through involuntarily. After resurfacing the death hole, she breathed hard and cried, happy that she had escaped the leash of her kidnapper. She should have made some diversion if he ever found the drain hole— not like he could fit through with his big, rough build; she was lucky enough that she had a small frame.

Now she sat in the ditch of the sewer, a separate trench was filled with water— probably leading to an open area of water, like the ocean or river she hoped and the other trench was filled with gunk, crap, filthy water. It stunk where she sat, she stunk even more, her eyes stinging from the stench. She felt like vomiting, imagining her insides flipping outside her body— what if she couldn't get out? What if she couldn't find her way back home? What if she's announced as good as dead— what will her parents think, her friends? What are they thinking right now?

Swallowing, she looked at the ceiling that was filled with tangles of pipes. What if she was stuck in here forever? She'd probably move in with the sewer rodents, what if she becomes like them? All these questions had no answers; Sakura's lip trembled as new tears ran down her face.

Another thought frightened her, should she head back and accept whatever punishment Itachi gives her? It would be better than this, alone… as if she wasn't before. Shaking her head, it's too late. "They must be looking for me." Sakura stated to no one in particular. She should stay low for now; her eyes flickering to the corners of the ditch. Are there cameras in here, her mind wandered, what if they knew where she was at, if she's being watched?

It can't be, this ditch she was hiding in was smaller than a man's frame.

EEEEEEEE-DADADADADADA-FWUNK!

Sakura shrieked, her hands flying to her ears. She looked around, panic rising in her chest as her heart broke in a race of beats. What was that?

Last month, April. Two weeks before, Sasuke.

Being a triple spy was horrible especially when Sasuke's agenda clashed together, same day, same time. Three months ago, he knew what he did; he betrayed Naruto by leaving him and his team, destroying his radio so that no one could track him down. He was smart, slick and could always handle things so well. He was an Uchiha for a reason; his father being the captain of the police forces and he, following behind.

He only had two identities— Sasuke of KPF (Konoha's Police Force), Sasuke of Akatsuki Organization, and his own profession, being a mercenary (of course he doesn't really need another disguise, seeming no one he had killed on demand witnessed anything). He already gathered information working with his team, getting closer and closer until he had finally found his brother, Itachi Uchiha. An ex-captain associated with the same police forces his father worked in and had turned himself over to terrorism. The question was why. Why did he join forces with killers who don't give a care in the world? What was his motive? What does he gain from killing innocent people?

He had always admired his big brother but now that admiration is just a mere betrayal, confusion to why he would do such a thing? He had been searching for his brother, lost a few leads but gained information to where Itachi might be located at from a couple of gangs that had contributed and traded weapons to him and others. He could've reported those illegal traders but he needed them to trust him, wrap them around his fingers and lead them on.

"Yo Rave," A big, bulgy man around his fifties waved over from behind the counter, dropping the pen he was writing earlier on his records of stash.

Sasuke walked over, his ears on alert and his eyes scanning his surroundings. He stopped a few feet away from the counter as the man narrowed his eyes at him, "I can't see well, so you'll have to come closer."

Sasuke took a step forward, raising a brow as he observed the old man he hadn't seen much around. The man talked with a rough edge to his voice, scruff like a grandfather but demanded more like a general. He was growing some white hairs mixed with his black hair, making him look like a sheep dog. "Did you get it?"

The old man, who Sasuke calls 'Old man' or 'Ral', short for Ralph, looked up at him and scoffed, shaking his head, "Impatience isn't going to get you anywhere, Rave."

Sasuke frowned, rolling his eyes at Ral's wise advice as he spotted the old man's clip board listed with records of weapons and other illegal stuff. Having known this particular trade for two years, he had started seven months ago, sporting secret and undercover trades behind the official's backs. He also grew a small spot for Ral, although the old man always had long business to attend to elsewhere, at least he'd always keep his promises.

"Okay, let's see." Ral grabbed his clip board and ran his finger down the archive and flipped the page. "Aha, two sniper rifles and six RPG's, was it?" He looked up through his dark eye lashes, eyeing Sasuke in confirmation.

Sasuke locked his jaw and leaned over the table, "I also ordered an extra addition of specialized scopes, buttstock and bipods; I hope you didn't forget the GLM."

Ral sighs and leans against the counter, the corner of his lips lifting into a smirk as he keeps his eyes cast down at the list of weapons. His clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, indicating suspicion rising. Sasuke exhaled a loud huff before tapping his index finger on the counter top.

Chuckling, Ral turned around and walked out the room. Sasuke scanned the list, his eyes going over a few other names— nicknames. He knows the rounds, no one ever orders by their real name. His nickname that Ral calls him, Rave was made by Ral and not himself. 'It must be fate.' He remembered Ral laughing as he said that, the corner of his eyes crinkling as he slapped a hand on Sasuke's back when he first met him.

Ral walked in, holding two big cases in each hand and placed it on the counter. He took his time opening the covers and spun them around for Sasuke to inspect. "Ain't they a beauty?"

Sasuke swallowed as he took in the guns and the grenades. They were all in there, including the additions he had ordered previous. Satisfied by what he saw, he nodded in approval and reached into his back pocket. Pulling out bundles of bucks, he dropped them on top of the cases and motioned for Ral to take them.

"You must be a true marksman, being this serious as you are." Ral barked, laughing as he grabbed the money and started counting.

Sasuke rolled his eyes, "And you, an old man that gossips; real shrewd, Ral."

Barking another laugh, Ral closed the cases while shaking his head and waved a finger at Sasuke, "Everybody gotta have some skill, not in the same particular category, just gotta have somethin'."

Raising a brow, Sasuke grabbed the two cases and yanked them off the counter, "What's your life story, Ral? Got kids?"

Ral leaned his big arms on the counter, folding them as he squinted his eyes shut, smiling at Sasuke. "No, but I wish I did. You know Rave; kids can change someone especially when it's your own kid."

He didn't think so to the accordance of what Ral was leaning on; yes, his father changed his self, his behavior when Itachi left and betrayed everyone including him and no because it wasn't a good thing to either party. Swallowing, Sasuke nodded in consideration of Ral's words and smirked in controversy, "Big talk, where's the proof?"

Ral turned his head to the side and glanced at the clock as it struck six; five more minutes until the shop closed. Sighing, he swung his head back to Sasuke and licked his lips before rubbing his hands against his upper arms, "Kid, obviously you're not getting what I'm saying. I might be old but I know what I'm talking about."

Or did he? Sasuke traveled around, seen many things, spied on many people and encountered with death more than he can count. Of course he knew what the old man was talking about— sure it was shocking to learn his brother joined forces with terrorism and he even witnessed a whole town massacred by Itachi, killing the innocence including children; babies. What did he feel when he saw all those limbs belonging to the people of the town, scattered in different places? What did he feel when he buried one boy, who's body was still intact?

"You'll find out once you get yourself a lady." Ral continued his voice soft and flowed smoothly, "She'll be the girl you can't take your eyes off, the girl you'll die to protect. Yep, you might think that's nonsense, but you'll see— one day, it'll happen."

Snorting at this, Sasuke thought back to when he was still apart of Team Orange, in which Naruto had titled after his code name. Rolling his eyes at the thought, he remembered how Naruto always talked loud, catching heads and random attention wherever they went— maybe to catch one person in particular? Of all the years and experience of remembering names, places and faces— for some reason, he can't remember Naruto's crush's name or face. That irked him.

"It's true," Ral smiled, not noticing Sasuke was zoned out, "One time in my younger days, I went all out for a girl, trying to impress the young miss, leaving her random notes in her locker and buying her small, random things girls liked. Of course, in the end she had different feelings about me but that doesn't mean the same thing will happen to you too. But I knew she was my world, a girl I knew I loved even if she didn't love me back. At least I knew for a fact that that girl would always be in my heart and mind."

There was no way he'd let a girl get in between him and his missions, distracting him from his duties, Sasuke countered, quirking a brow at the old man. He'll have to kill Itachi for all his wrongdoings and then possibly, in the future, he'll let a girl into his life. Which reminds him, licking his lips he glanced at the clock and back to Ral, "Old man, where's my GLM?"

Ral laughed, his eyes twinkling as he waved a finger at Sasuke, "Learned, did ya? Thought you'd forget—"

"Big mouth, less trade service," Sasuke narrowed his eyes at his acquaintance.

Ral bent down and made shuffling noises before standing back up with a small box. Before Sasuke could snatch it from the old man's grasp, Ral was too quick and held it away from him and Sasuke. "Ah, ah, ah. Patience is a…?"

Sasuke rolled his eyes. Was this man serious? He was going to make him guess? "Virtue."

"Because?"

He's serious. So was Sasuke. Narrowing his eyes, he spat out Ral's real name. Glaring at the said man, Ral laughed and eased his hold on the box down. "Alright, but this babe is a big deal— I was lucky to find it."

Meaning, they were out of stock and he had stole it from some place, some one. "Take care of her."

Sasuke gave him a weird look before clicking his tongue and taking the box from Ral. Giving him the money, Ral counted again and placed the money in his pocket, along with the other cash he made that day. Sasuke nodded before he turned on his heel and stalked out of the small shop.

May, two days later, Wednesday. Itachi.

Did he lock the bathroom doors? He didn't remember but as soon as he burst through the double doors, he knew he didn't. Cursing at his stupidity, he took in the empty bathroom and turned around to see two other faces had appeared behind him.

"So whose fault is this?" Hidan smirked, leaning against the door frame, peering into the bathroom Itachi was pacing in. "Can't even keep her on a leash, what a bad owner you are."

Karin, who was standing aside from Hidan glared at Itachi. Not leaving alone the situation Itachi had brought upon herself, now Itachi had another problem on his hands. Where was the girl? But isn't that a good thing? Her escape would distract his accusations towards her to a pause, nonetheless postpone. She scanned the bathroom, wondering how the girl escaped too until her eyes flashed something red. She stared at the bloody foot print on the tiled floor which wasn't directed towards the door, instead the tub. Quirking a brow, she looked up at Itachi who was still pondering upon the girl's escape. Did she have a lead?

"Why are you smirking, Karin?" Itachi growled, catching Karin give him a smug look like she proven her slate clean.

"Obviously you're running around like an idiot, Itachi," Karin spoke up, letting out a haughty scoff and crossed her arms over her chest, "I should picture this before I actually tell you how she did it."

"So you know, Karin?" Hidan raised his eye brows, surprised at Karin's proposal.

"You're bluffing." Itachi narrowed his eyes at the girl and crossed the room towards the two. "Don't kid, you're already in trouble as it is."

Karin leaned against the opposite door frame, crossing her legs as she stared at Itachi's onyx orbs, "She disappeared in thin air… but how?"

Hidan looked up, seeing a small window near the ceiling— something a lizard with sticky, webbed feet could climb and go through, something that pink hair chick didn't possess. "Not the window, I'm guessing?"

"Or the door," Karin added, nodding in agreement.

Itachi felt his left cheekbone twitch on contradictory at Karin's statement. He knew now he didn't lock the door, hoping at the time, that the girl wasn't smart enough to notice that he was bluffing but he stayed true to his threats. But why should he chase after the girl? For a month, he kept her in the basement and hasn't leaked anything important to her in exchange of her participation… so why should he care that the girl is out there, possibly reporting their location. LOCATION! Exactly, that's why. He was about to testify his mistakes to both his comrades when Karin continued her prediction.

"She must have cut her foot before she could flee. Her foot print is pointing towards the tub." Karin pointed towards the foot print on the ground. Both men looked over and indeed there was a blood DNA of the girl's foot.

Itachi swallowed softly, blinking at the sight. Feeling his chest lift from the relief of knowing his mistake wasn't found out, he walked over to the tub anxiously and wondered why he didn't look in the tub. Gasping silently, Itachi's eyes slowly trailed to the corners of the tub, his eyes flashing at the fright of her drowning herself. What if?

"The drain!" Hidan and Karin said at the same time, peering into the clear water and seeing a spot of blood stain on the tiled floor of the tub.

"We must find her no matter what." Itachi spoke up, lifting his gaze towards the two. No. Matter. What.

Two days has passed since then and after long hours of searching outside, Tobi had brought up the idea of looking underground for a change. That's when they found her, sleeping in a ditch, unsupervised. He had to hand it to Tobi for being his second-guesser as he grabbed the frail hand of the weak girl before him and shackled her wrist to the table. He did the same to her other hand and legs. To make it worst, he was working on buckling her stomach down to the table when she stirred awake.

She gasped aloud, a cry sounding more of a whine than a frustrated growl. She turned her head and he knew she was glaring at him with deep hatred. Letting go of the belt buckle, he turned around, ignoring her glares and walked over to the jug of water sitting on another table.

She had it in for her, knowing she couldn't escape— not this time, maybe not ever. He grabbed the handle of the jug and hauled it off the table. Turning on his heel, he swept across the floor and stopped beside the girl's head. She widened her eyes at his actions and tried wiggling through her bounds but he knew she wouldn't resist after awhile, getting tired of her struggles.

"I told you if you escape, you get what you deserve in the end." Itachi reasoned as he peered down at the girl lying on the table.

She twitched her nose and spitted at him. He flinched, taken surprise at her rebellious behavior. Wiping off the spit with his sleeve, he narrowed his eyes and unscrewed the bottle cap and tilted the jug towards her face. With one hand, he pinched her lips together, puckering them and then poured the jug of water into her mouth. The girl shook her head, letting water splatter over her face as she coughed and sputtered.

She gasped, letting out a gurgle of cries as she heaved in some more water and coughed, trying to throw up the water. Most of the water flooded the table and beneath his feet but at least she got some of what he threatened her with. When he stopped, she screamed and screamed until her voice was rasp and she couldn't scream anymore but cough some more.

Without moving her body or her bonds except loosening her stomach belt, he remotely turned the table upwards where she was facing him face to face, left over water falling off the table and onto the floor with a loud splash. She heaved heavily, narrowing her eyes at her captor. Itachi didn't mind since she was where he could see her and stepped a couple feet back before taking the remote in his hand and pressed a button. The table the girl was on started to turn sideways until she was staring at him upside down.

The girl's drenched pink hair hung upside down, revealing her big forehead. She locked her jaw as blood slowly rushed to her head. He smirked and set the remote down before reaching behind him, and grabbing some knives from within his waist pants. He drew back and showed her the weapons he was going to throw at her.

Her eyes widen a fraction more as he drew back and launched the first knife, watching it soar through the air and make a loud thunk sound as it pinned beside her hand. She let out a whimper from the back of her throat, making Itachi feel more satisfied with his torture methods than before.

Setting her table right side up again, Itachi walked over to a dazed looking pinkette before snatching a knife that landed an inch from her ear and slowly trailed it against her porcelain cheek, pressing the tip against her skin and watching as her blood trekked down her face.

Lifting the corners of his lips, he whispered to the girl, "Let's see if you can handle this one, little girl."

She opened her eyes, fear peeking from within her emerald orbs as she stared dully into his own. She swallowed and pursed her lips, "I can handle anything you throw at me."

"Oh acting brave, are we?" Itachi announced, raising a brow before nicking her throat and shoulder blade and watching her flinch as cold air wafted over her.

"I escaped once," The girl argued, raising her voice and shrieked as he nicked her chest, in between the valley of her bosoms, "I can escape again."

Itachi chuckled smugly, shaking his head at her declaration. He leaned in, capturing her cheeks in one hand and pressed his thumb on her cut, making her wince in his hand. He whispered, blowing hot air in her face, "No you won't; I'll make sure of it."

She gasped aloud as her eyes widened when he reached below her waistline and nicked her thigh. She locked her jaw from screaming out loud as he dug his knife a little deeper on her thigh. "For the next few days, I'm going to make you scream until you beg me to stop."

She chuckled then at his statement, making him lean forward inches away from her face as she whispered, "In your dreams."

"No," He nicked another cut, this time the length of a hand below her belly button, "In your dreams."

She screamed as he twisted the knife in his hand.

A/N: I really wanted to continue more in this chapter but I know it won't work out. So all your anxiety towards Sasuke and Sakura first meeting will appear next chapter; don't worry!

Summer is almost here! I had a long winter, which should mean my summer will be less bugs and more sun. 2013 has been a crazy year for strange weather changes; we had snow in the beginning of spring— I know crazy, right?

Anyway, I like to thank my three readers who reviewed Kind Soul Frees and also to my readers who favorite and is following my story.

Strawberrys000: As I said before and in this chapter, Sasuke and Sakura will meet next chapter. Due to the events for this episode, I decided to push their meeting later on.

Soulofthedancingbones: Thank you for reading KSF, it means a lot to me. I hope to hear from you in later chapters as well— I always like to hear feedback from each of my readers' response to every chapter.

Tahrocs: Starting this year, I haven't been getting a lot of reviews from any of my other stories like I did last year. I know this story isn't a big hit yet but I hope many other people will get a kick out from reading KSF and share it with others. :) Some people are just hiding, that's all— Shh, let's just keep it between us! Ha-ha.