A/N: First things first, i apologise for not posting in so long BUT i do have a good reason. That reason being the horrible amount of assignments and tests i had to do. It's fine though because this time next week i shall be on holidays, meaning i will be able to write more often! So again i apologise and i hope you enjoy. BelievingUzumaki xx
Chapter Nine: Taken
"We cannot truly face life until we face the fact that it will be taken away from us." –Billy Graham
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Sakura could hear them talking. Wherever she was, she was with them and they where alone. She thought that keeping her eyes closed, even though her inner self was screaming to open them, would be a better option. Sure it may be smart to survey her surroundings, but if they caught her awake who knows what they would do.
"So. What are you going to do with her, un?" Deidara's voice asked.
"I have no use with what your thinking." Was Sasori's short reply. Though he completely disregarded whatever Deidara was implying. "All I need to do is break her mentally before I kill her."
A chill went through her body as she tore her ears away from the conversation. Whatever he was going to do she had a feeling she wouldn't be able to handle it. Her strength only went skin deep, even though she liked everyone to think otherwise.
Thinking back to what happened recently she felt weak. The way she had so easily cried in front of Sasuke, even though she wanted him to think she hadn't cared anymore. It made her want to go back in time just to slap herself.
Maybe it all sounded a bit dramatic but her mind was doing flips. How could two akatsuki members, supposed to be dead akatsuki members, be alive and have her kidnapped somewhere? To her it was absolutely ridiculous.
She sighed deeply, immediately regretting the decision. Her mind seemed to be playing out the worse case scenarios. Yeah, so much for being an optimist!
Deciding it was the right thing to do she twitched her hands slightly, realizing they were above her head. The rope that bound them there was thick and enthused with chakra, definitely not something she could break through easily. Even with her inhuman strength she would unintentionally attack attention.
With further thought she also realized her feet where in the same situation, although they where tied to the floor and not the roof. Both bindings seemed to be tight enough so she could not escape, but loose enough to only to be noticed with careful inspection.
How long have we been out? Was all Inner Sakura could come up with as outer Sakura began to think of the detail and time it took to put her in this position. Until the thought struck her that there were two of them, creating another wave of havoc within her brain.
Shaking her head she decided to take a risk and open her eyes. Cracking them open just an enough to see the dimly lit, stone like room. In fact it felt like she had been here before. On first glance she instantly remembered back to her first mission inside one of Orochimaru's hideouts. But this room, it definitely felt different to anything she had been in before.
You would think that some place like this would be warm, considering that this place was underground. But the stonewalls seemed to be rebounding a breeze, sending shivers down Sakura's spine. Actually, after really thinking about it the breeze was more like a medium wind. One that was blowing right threw her clothes, as her stomach was coping the full force of it. It kind of felt like she was wearing no clothes at all. And after tilting her head down just far enough to see her bare skin she knew why.
Of course, being in the situation that she was in, she couldn't really blame herself for forgetting that she had dropped her shirt whilst being taken. And for some strange reason it didn't really bother her that she only had a bra on.
Maybe it was because Sakura was confident with her body, but shouldn't the thought of having two enemies looking at her while she was in that way be alarming. She couldn't help but shrug, her emotions where definitely on a holiday.
Speaking of those two enemies her eyes quickly darted around the room again. Neither of them where there with her, meaning that they would still have to be close enough for her to hear them talking. Her eyes immediately locked onto the wooden door on the opposite side of the room, focusing on the light, which was seeping underneath.
Every time it flickered slightly her heart rate would increase, thinking of what she would do when one of them did eventually arrive. Blinking slowly Sakura had to suppress a scream the next time she opened her eyes. The door had somehow disappeared, reforming to her left. She blinked again, it moved to the right. Shutting her eyes tightly one last time she opened them wide, surveying the whole room. This time, there was no door at all.
"Shit" She swore aloud, quickly taking in a sharp breath. And with the sudden sound of her voice in the silence everything started to shake. The wall across from her began to move inwards, or was it the wall behind her began to move forwards? Either way the room was getting smaller, somehow making it harder to breathe.
Sakura's body began to move on it own as she gasped for air. The walls where closing in around her, though it took them longer than expected. It was like they were teasing her, making it harder to think clearly. She tried to breathe normally, but sweat now thickened at her brow. Everything was now a struggle. But why?
And then, it dawned on her. She tried to pull her hands closer together, but trying to create the hand sign was too difficult in her situation. She could not even breathe out the words, her throat ached as if she hadn't drunk water for days.
It seemed as if she would just have to ride out this genjutsu, for however long it took. And with that in mind she began trying to stop her legs from moving. Closing her eyes in concentration in the process.
Whoever was casting the genjutsu chuckled halfheartedly, making Sakura clench her fists in frustration.
"So," Sasori's voice came from somewhere to the right, "You finally figured out it was genjutsu. I suppose I should have expected that from you."
"Let me go you bastard." Sakura spat. Just thinking of Sasori looking at her in this position made her sick, "If you don't I'll fucking punch you through the wall."
"Oh, this ones feisty un." Deidara's voice commented.
"Tch. Language doll, remember who you're talking too." Sasori's voice cooed.
This action only seemed to make her angrier, as if he could scold her. The little prick he is. But before she could open her mouth again with a witty reply, her surroundings changed.
The room became black, and only Sakura and one other figure where illuminated. Her eyes widened at the sight as Sasuke began to turn to face her. His sharingan activating when their eyes locked together and she tried to remind herself that this was an illusion. But this Sasuke looked so real, he smelt real. And when he began to speak, he sounded real as well. Although, they were not things she had expected him to say. He kept repeating them over and over, and one began to sick with her.
"I hate you." He stated again, "I hate you so much."
And this was when she began to break. Somehow, they found her weakness.
"This is going to be not as fun as I presumed, un." Deidara stated to no one in particular with a yawn.
Sasori slowly turned to face him before looking back at the pink haired kunoichi. "I'm about to prove you wrong."
