Hello there!
We're nearing the finale and Touka is in quite a pinch. Btw the name Momoka is just a different way of reading the Kanji of Touka's name.
Anyway, have fun reading!
Chaos
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Chapter 20: Her Personal Hell
Once Momoka had entered the KinGin-brothers' lair, she had plunged into a hell personally designed for her - or so it seemed.
She very vividly remembered the nightmarish Gen-Jutsu Madara had cast on that winter day, where Touka had become his prisoner and slave, if only in a dream. But now she wondered if the damnable Sharingan also enabled its wielder to glimpse the future. Momoka would never know because Touka wasn't able to ask Madara anymore.
But his almost visionary Gen-Jutsu was still relevant long after he was dead and gone. Momoka imagined him grin with wicked delight as he watched her fate unfold from his grave.
Momoka had just entered and looked around the quaint house the brothers inhabited when Kinkaku had grabbed her from behind and held her arms and neck in a one-armed deadlock vice grip. He murmured into her ear, while she tried to wiggle free: "You know, we brothers are really close and nothing will come between us, not even a wife, right, Ginkaku?"
"Right, Kinkaku," the other man agreed as he approached with utensils Momoka had never seen before but only heard legends about. She stirred.
"But maybe she will, too. I must admit, I do like the ones who put up a fight. Now, don't try anything funny, little lady," Kinkaku continued, "Do you know of the five Treasured Tools of the Rikudou Sennin? You see, if this rope wound around my arm, the Koukinjou, touches you, the gourd my brother has, the Benihisago, will take your kotodama once my sword, the Shichiseiken, severs it from your body. Then you will be sucked into the Benihisago and turned into wine if you say your most frequently spoken word or don't say anything at all for a too long time. Right, Ginkako?"
Ginkako unstopped the gourd. "Right, Kinkako," he nodded eagerly and grinned.
"Now, why did I tell you how it works? Easy. So you know what will happen to you if you resist and don't do as we say," Kinkako grinned just as eagerly. "And you know, my pretty wife, as we brothers are so close, we share everything, right, Ginkako?"
"Right, Kinkako," Ginkako echoed and reached for Momoka's Obi, pulled at the beautiful bow and undid it then grabbed Momoka's foot as she tried to kick him and lifted it waist-high, "even the fun. Especially the fun."
When Momoka screamed, nobody heard her, nobody helped her. She was all on her own and without Touka's many blades. And if she cast a Gen-Jutsu, the brothers would use the Treasured Tools of the Rikudou Sennin against her.
She silently promised vengeance and wished them a most horrendous death but for now she could do nothing - not even dispel a shadow clone. For this was real, this was her horror story come true and she could do nothing about it. She could hear Madara's hollow laughter echo through her mind.
When she was on her own, the KinGin-brothers tied her up and locked her in so she wouldn't attempt to run or ambush them. They might seem ruthless and self-assured but they were thorough. There was not even one single opening.
When Momoka was forced to cook for them, they made sure she ate first, so she couldn't poison them.
And every time they came back from their raids and rogueish deeds, they wanted to blow off steam afterwards. Momoka always put up a fight. But in the end the brothers got what they wanted as they effectively threatened her with the Treasured Tools of the Rikudou Sennin. They were rough and took pleasure in Momoka's hate and despair and pain. But never did she shed a tear, not even once.
"This is what I get for acting unbefitting my rank," Momoka murmured all alone, remembering Tobirama-sama and wondering if he even thought about her at all.
She had tried to send her squad flower messages, but she didn't even know if these messages reached her contacts at all. As a matter of course she didn't receive any answers, didn't know how her squad fared, if they were well or dead or something in between.
For all she knew a worldwide war could have broken out and she wouldn't have noticed.
For two whole weeks Kinkako and Ginkako didn't come home even once. And as much as Momoka despised her husband and her brother-in-law, she awaited their return with growing impatience. For in the meantime she almost starved. She didn't die of thirst because the rope she was tied up with had been long enough - if barely - to reach the sink and she managed to turn on the faucet with her teeth.
The KinGin-brothers on the other hand returned even stronger and with a new power, which was even more tremendous.
"You want to know what happened to us?" Kinkaku grinned maliciously, as he tugged at Momoka's scalp and lifted her head so she would look him in the pale eyes. "The damned Kyuubi happened. He swallowed us whole, did he not, Ginkaku?"
"Yes, he did, Kinkaku," his brother affirmed as he held Momoka down. Suddenly their bodies transformed and their touch burned Momoka's skin and flesh. They emanated the Kyuubi's vile Chakra.
"He swallowed us, but we did not die. No, we were still alive inside him for two whole weeks. And you know what we did? We ate his flesh and drank his blood, that's what we did," Kinkaku continued, "and then one day he spat us out. Now Ginkaku and I possess his powers. So you better be nice, my lovely lady, or we must try these new powers on you, right, Ginkaku?" - "Right, Kinkaku."
And they did try them on Momoka when she didn't obey or when she resisted as hard as she could. Although throughout the following years she disobeyed less and less. It was futile, a waste of Chakra. And Momoka learnt that the more demure and amenable she was the more her tormentors and captors allowed her.
Still she would time and again try and use her various poisons when the brothers were not there to stop her from bleeding and vomitting and writhing in pain as she endured the side effects of her concoctions and domestic remedies. She did not want to die. But she would make sure that the poisoned tree of her marriage never bore any fruit which could drop upon the earth and envenom it. The brothers didn't know and didn't care as long as they could have fun with her.
Somewhere along these years Momoka had given up on sending flower messages to Kingyosou and Tsubaki, never knowing if even one of them had reached their destination, or if the answers had just been intercepted or not existed at all. She once overheard Kinkaku and Ginkaku talk about Konoha's ANBU, but that was that. For years it had been and remained the only sign they still existed.
Her life as Touka Senju and Irakusa-taichou seemed eternities away. Momoka sometimes wondered if she even remembered how to hold a sword. The only blade she ever used now was a kitchen knife, wich was so blunt she could have ridden it like a horseback. She wouldn't even be able to cause lethal wounds if she tried to kill Kinkaku or Ginkaku with it. Besides, the Kyuubi-Chakra protected them from harm now and they always guarded each other. The way she was now, Momoka couldn't hold a candle to their combined power.
Still, she waited for her time to come, waited for the right moment to strike and avenge thousandfold what they had done to her. Often she would stand by their bed when they slept and watch them. If only she had her Chakra blade, if only she had any of her many blades... Yet even if she was armed to the teeth, would she be able to kill them if even the Kyuubi was not able to end their lifes?
Sometimes Momoka wished it was all but another Gen-jutsu, indeed, she preferred Madara's one to her current life and she would trade places any day. Because then she would at least be in Konoha and she would know Tobirama-sama and her people were well. But Madara was dead, and so was his Gen-jutsu.
Finally the KinGin-brothers fell in disgrace and were shunned by the people of Kumogakure as their rogueish lifestyle affronted the Raikage. They had to leave the village and took Momoka with them. She waited for an opening, anything at all that might help her get away from this life and be herself again. For if they couldn't stay in Kumogakure anymore Momoka was useless as a spy. However, she had gleaned a lot of information from her husband and brother-in-law, information about the Village Hidden in the Clouds, but also about these two highly dangerous individuals who were a threat to Konoha and all the other Shinobi villages for that matter. And she would certainly use this information given the opportunity.
The time was nigh for everything to change - if for the better or the worse she couldn't forsee. But she would make sure it happened.
