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So not happening!

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By Angelbloodlover

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~ I have been captured by what I chased.

Marion Harper, Jr.

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Chapter 4: Unexpected Visitors

In two days travel we arrived near Konoha, to which I felt a twinge of hidden excitement. However, I was feeling sore after our non-stop travel, it annoyed me that I was still weak in that comparison. Why couldn't my body get stronger faster? I was being trained into the ground by Orochimaru and I trained afterwards too. Always training- trainingtrainingtraining. Maybe the problem was that I needed different teachers, different visions, different ways of training. Stealthily, I glanced at Sasori. Maybe he would want to train if he sees how gifted and talented I would be? But there was a major error to it, namely how to convince Sasori to train me. He was already getting annoyed at me just by my mere presence.

I had to get his attention, I had to get him to train me, I had to get stronger. Faster, much faster. Before my string of sanity would snap.

"Sheath your sword." Orochimaru ordered as he stood up and took out a storage scroll, holding a sharp and pointy sword towards me. It seems he was confident enough not to get caught by patrolling ANBU so it was safe. For now.

Like the obedient student I was (though the bigger part of me was outrageous, tired, angry, furious, cursing Orochimaru for his existence), I got up, ignoring Sasori's gaze that followed me as he stopped working on his puppets and look at a puny six-year old child playing with a sword… I didn't think he was interested about my Kenjutsu skills, more like he was bored and didn't have anything to do. But this was good, very good, I could use this momentum to my advantage, show him what I was capable of. I had to give my all.

Mentally, I smirked and sheathed my sword, keeping a calm façade as I watched Orochimaru's every move like a hawk.

He disappeared and appeared before me, using Hayates Transparency style. Where did he pick that one up? Did he also spy the Kenjutsu user for his swordsmanship? It could be…

Still, it took me as a surprise and I dodged the sharp sword two seconds too late which earned me a nice blotch of red on my shoulder. Fuckshitdamnit! This was no way to impress Sasori. First impressions are the most important ones and damn, he just saw my big fail as a kunoichi. I wasn't focused enough.

"Focus!" My cruel sensei barked in anger.

I blinked my eyes twice, three times, four times, … gnashing my teeth as I felt the poison seep in my veins, clouding my vision. Damn you, Orochimaru, you have to poison literally everything in your arsenal?! I was teaching myself how to heal on the many bruises and wounds I received but I was far from being able to remove poison from my system. The only thing I could do in my case was using chakra to keep the poison cornered until I got the cure from Orochimaru.

Sighing in relief when the poison was pushed back, I charged at Orochimaru, slashing my sword towards his left arm, wanting so badly to butcher him. The urge was so addicting, I craved it. Unfortunately, he blocked it with his sword and put pressure behind the hit. I couldn't stop the gasp that tore through my lips. Feeling the chakra surge through my arms, I pushed him back, scowling at him as a large, maniacal grin appeared on his face. "Very good." A lick of his lips and then he disappeared from my view.

I felt him before he attacked me. With a twist of my body, I blocked his forward attack. I was getting frustrated when I felt the huge gap between our powers. Still not damn enough! I jumped when he tried to swipe off my feet by 'trying to cut off my limbs', courtesy of Orochimaru. I flipped forward behind his back and aimed the sword at his back but he just turned into mud.

He was trying to make me angry, which was really starting to work. I had patience but this was getting the better of me.

I had to focus.

I had to.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Repeat the same cycle again.

The fight kept going on, always attacking, blocking, twisting like a snake, … I was reaching my point but I couldn't give up. I had worse training before. This was nothing in comparison to the brutal trainings, the terrifying fear of losing worth, the lonely nights, the killing, the emotionless pit, the pain, …

Orochimaru suddenly appeared in front of me, slashing with so much power behind it, it made my sword soar through the air and land on the dirt, handle upwards. "But not good enough." I knew he was enjoying this moment. He loved to rile me up but I never gave him the satisfaction of seeing it. But now, it was really hard not to give in and scream, trash, throw a tantrum.

The urge was there but I didn't cave in. I wouldn't give him that satisfaction. Not in a million years.

Hiding my hands from his prying eyes, I sped them through various of seals and focused while outwardly I was glaring at Orochimaru.

The pointy sword was aimed at my throat but I didn't show any fear, not even when he was pushing force behind it, breaking the soft skin. I didn't pay any attention to it, too concentrated to be bothered by it. I smirked in triumph when I was done. Take that, asshole!

And then just like that, he chuckled in mirth. "Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful!"

Even Sasori perked up in interest and kept a steady gaze on my serious face.

Because my sword was aimed at Orochimaru's back thanks to my increasing chakra control, day in, day out, and without hands. It was something I prided myself in. I was using chakra threads to keep the sword at his back while I looked deep into his yellow eyes, "So sensei, what do you favour more? Your life or my death?"

He laughed loudly, his voice booming throughout the forest, and still not even Sasori cared that they might be heard. I kept my emotionless mask, scrutinizing him, watching him. "Did you become so heartless that you would kill you dear sensei, Keiko-chan?"

The savage growl left my lips before I could stop it, my fingers twitched and the sword moved deeper into his back but the Joker-like grin never left his face.

"My, my, Orochimaru, your student is quite a different one." Damn. Sasori was interested in me now? Now all of a sudden? Couldn't it wait after my Kenjutsu training? And then his poisoned tail was aimed at me. "Let's see how much she can handle." His bland tone reached my ears and before I could push the sword through his back, I moved my hands in quick speed and summoned another clone like me who blocked the sudden attack.

"I see you don't panic and think thoroughly. That's a rule every shinobi should imprint in their minds." Sasori continued. "But tactics alone won't save you."

The force behind the tail was too strong for my clone– I should have put more chakra in my clone, and dispersed, leaving me open and vulnerable to his attack. Inwardly, I cursed and kicked Orochimaru's sword away with my feet, hurting my throat in the progress and losing concentration on the threads that were holding the sword in place. Orochimaru joined Sasori's ruthless attack and even summoned snakes to aid him.

I summoned clones, as many as I could and they charged at the monstrosity called Orochimaru and Sasori. I used the clones to hide behind a tree and started healing my throat while observing the fight as stealthily as possible. The healing wasn't perfect but it was good for someone my age. Three years wasn't enough on completing mastery over healing. Sometimes it was difficult to concentrate on the healing, it would flicker– hurtasabitch, and then flicker back into the ethereal green. Why? I was still taking notes about it, experimenting with myself, observing my chakra and chakra pathways, etc.

My skin hurt but I ignored the sting, focusing on the battle instead, observing them, watching their every moves. When Orochimaru and Sasori couldn't see each other in the sea of clones, I blended in, transforming as I moved my way to Sasori. To keep the façade I used moves Orochimaru would only use and always took a step closer to Sasori. That fool didn't notice anything until I forced chakra to my sword –I had picked it up in the massive crowd– and aimed it at his puppet shell. But unfortunately he blocked it on time.

"You're good brat but not good enough to finish me off." Before the tail could impale me, clones jumped in to protect me, like a barrier. I smirked, knowing that I trained the thinking patterns of my clones too well.

Sasori was getting annoyed at the fact that I didn't die easily, maybe? Who knew what that man– err, puppet? was thinking. That was a good question; Did he still have a dick or was that a wooden dick? Did he even left it there when he literally pulled out his organs out? He didn't have emotions so he couldn't have an orgasm either– Whoa! Focus, Keiko!

I grimaced as a clone jumped in to save me from being skewered. I was getting way too distracted.

My horde of clones were getting dispersed every two seconds but I kept replacing them with fresh ones. The weird thing was I still didn't get tired from using too much chakra. Why not? This wasn't normal anymore. I may have a large chakra capacity due to training harshly under Orochimaru's tutelage but this wasn't normal anymore. I made a mental note to start researching my chakra capacity. There was something fishy about it and I had a feeling Orochimaru knew about it.

"Enough." Orochimaru ordered with an excited gleam in his eyes. I stiffened slightly but didn't show any uneasiness as he continued, "Training session ends here. Keiko, why don't you go and greet our new visitors?"

Visitor? My eyes widened when Sasori appeared with three people; two men, one woman, both around the age I used to be back in my normal world. They looked terrified, scared, pale …lost. I suppressed gulping. These people were no Sound nins, they weren't foul beings. No, they were innocent adults who were wandering in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Orochimaru turned his maniacal grin on me, ushering me to come closer, "Keiko-chan, come closer and greet our visitors, dear."

I wanted to shake my head, scream at him, force him to release the trio but a voice in my head told me that was not possible, not after witnessing the fight that had occurred. Releasing them would never happen. The Akatsuki didn't leave witnesses behind. They killed, killed, killed, killed and killed more… without a conscience. They feasted on the deaths of their enemies and victims alike.

I stood there uncertain with the horde of clones who were dispersing one by one.

I knew what awaited them, I knew that they had no hope whatsoever. Retards! Why wander aimlessly outside the safety of Konoha?! I couldn't help but shriek in my head at the situation I was put in. I knew with certainty that Orochimaru wanted me to kill them. He wanted to play with my sanity. He wanted to cut the thin threads that kept me in check.

The three adults watched me warily, thinking as to why a child would wander around with lunatics like Orochimaru. Believe me, darling, when I say that I didn't choose my fate. Fate decided for me.

And right then and there I hated Fate for the choice it made.

I clenched my fists, digging my nails deeper in my skin and drawing blood out in the progress. I was losing my calm façade, I was losing the emotionless girl I was for the last two years.

"Hello." My voice cracked a bit at the end, much to Orochimaru's amusement.

He chuckled darkly, making the three pale even more, especially when his long tongue reached the girl's cheek, making her nauseous, and the two guys boil from suppressed anger.

"It's polite to greet a person back, isn't it?" He continued in his nice-guy role.

The woman was shaking by now and replied fearfully, eyes shimmering under the moonlight, "H-h-hell-l-lo…" She gulped loudly, sweat starting to form on her forehead. I could smell the fear that she was protruding. I didn't blame her for being this terrified but they didn't see the monster. Yet. I hoped they wouldn't see it.

He swept his gaze over the two men, cocking an eye brow when they kept glaring at him. "Now, now, no need to be hostile."

"Orochimaru, kill them or I will. We don't have time for games." Sasori threatened as he continued working on his puppets. How could someone look so deadly while threatening nonchalantly?

Said villain grinned in response and looked at me. "Now Keiko. Look closely." He moved his hands in perfect succession and looked the girl right in the eyes.

I swallowed the bile in my throat as I watched the girl start to shake and silent tears streaming down, her body shaking involuntarily and her mouth open in a silent scream. What did he do to her? The two men had enough of it all and attacked Orochimaru (Stupid!) but before they could, snakes popped out the ground and held them in place, though that didn't keep them from trying to escape from the snake's clutches and calling out the name of the female.

"Shimozuka!"

Those desperate screams terrified me to no end. And dear Kami… their eyes…

"This jutsu shows the victim's death. When you mastered this perfectly, you won't even need hand seals. Eyes would do the trick." He looked at me, enjoying the way I was shaking slightly. "Now, I have many jutsu's to teach you and we just got the perfect opportunity for it, don't you think?" A morbid joke. Laughter. Madness. This was madness. No one should be used as experiments for the creation or practice of jutsu's. No one. I wanted to free them, free them from these monsters, these heartless creatures. I wanted to kill Orochimaru and then Sasori but I wouldn't be able to do it. It would be stupid considering I'd be killed immediately. The fight between Orochimaru and Sasori may have been a "training session" to them but to me it was a fight for my life. It cost me a lot of chakra, though I wasn't tired …yet. I didn't even know if I had reached my limits but I had to have a low chakra capacity, right? Right? I didn't think it would be humanly possible to have so much chakra.

Unless… No, that couldn't be. I refused to believe that I may be a jinchuuriki.

"Your turn." I stiffened and looked with wide eyes at the snake-summoner and then gulped when I looked at the guy with the messy brown hair and eyes so fiery, so angry, it made me flinch from shame, though his eyes showed pity. I recoiled from that single emotion. Pity? He pitied me? Well, I couldn't blame him either, I pitied my life too. But right now I pitied them more. Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit Shit! What was I to do? What could I do? How could I not kill them and free them? My hands kept shaking as beads of sweat rolled down.

Orochimaru smirked, a menacing glint appearing in his eyes and then without a word, he made another set of seals. What happened next shook my body entirely. I looked with wide eyes as the man with the brown messy hair started to scream. It was no ordinary scream, it was a scream that begged for Death. It begged to be slaughtered, to be killed so he could rest in peace. He started clawing his eyes, his face, and oh Kami, blood, so much blood was flowing from the self-inflicted wounds.

"If you won't do it then I'll have to do it." His slits were fixated on me and yet I stood frozen.

The last 'sane'(for now) man was crying by now, screaming their names, to no avail, eyes moving from the girl to the other boy. He seemed younger than the two. Young, young, young! And innocent, like I used to be! I clenched my fists and snarled at Orochimaru. "Stop this madness!"

Orochimaru answered me by using another set of seals that made the last boy scream as if he was being boiled alive, as if crows were clawing his eye balls, as if his limbs were being torn, as if… as if…

Before I could charge at him, Orochimaru clucked his tongue, "Don't move, my cute student."

I growled, ignoring his warning and was rewarded with another shrill scream (Konoha ninjas, where are you?! Shouldn't you be able to hear these desperate screams, calling for help?) and the girl started puking blood, her body convulsing wildly. Was her body trying to push something out? To my horror, something wetstickyredredredbloodpink dropped on the ground, along with the blood. I couldn't keep it in, leaning over, I puked, wheezed, emptying my stomach.

Sasori didn't care about the show playing in front of him, though he was getting annoyed by the constant screaming.

And Orochimaru, that cruel bastard, that repulsive beast, was laughing like he was having the best time of his life.

One of the snakes started choking the youngest boy, making his eyes pop out of his sockets, and something snapped in me. I took three kunais from my pouch and threw it at the snakes, dispersing them in the process. With quick speed, I de-activated the weights around my body, and appeared next to our prisoners. I summoned clones to my disposal and started healing the girl who seemed to be in critical damage. I didn't dare to look down, afraid to see half of her tongue, which she bit off while her body was convulsing. The girl fell unconscious, though she kept screaming, which made me worried, when I moved to the youngest of the trio and healed his throat. I wasn't perfect, I wasn't skilled but I could give them time until someone skilled would heal them.

Three more clones popped into existence and with a nod they picked up the three and dashed in the dire– "NOOOO!" I screamed in desperation when my clones dispersed by three kunais. The wounded rolled on the ground, not moving at all, not even screams came out of their mouths. Nothing. Absolute silence followed.

…And I had no clue what I was feeling; there was a storm within me, a storm of many emotions clashing against each other. I clenched my teeth, feeling the salty tears that rolled down as I glared at Orochimaru with such a hate. The killing intent started to rise to such an extent, it made me feel alive, stronger. Adrenaline pumping through my veins, my veins which were starting to become as ice, numb, feeling-less.

"You are a despicable being not worthy to be alive. I hate you. I hate you." I hissed at him, which made Orochimaru smirk in triumph. He looked down and rolled the girl over with his feet. "That was fun, don't you thi–" His stopped mid-sentence, blocking the incoming attack from me. "Ahn, Keiko-chan, still not tired, I see." He was provoking me, angering me, trying to make me snap and leave all rational choices behind.

I knew I was being tricked. I knew that. But enough was enough. I couldn't take this anymore. These people who he tortured was only a game to him, he was gambling their lives, not caring at all. How could someone sink that low? How could someone become a monster like him? How? How?!

I kicked, punched with all my might, I used every single jutsu's I had learned, I used everything in my arsenal. And yet Orochimaru was fighting as if he was bored. "Your training is paying off. Good." He evaded a punch to his face, smiling in pure amusement when he saw the crazed look in my face. "Now, now, Keiko-chan, no need to look like that. It's not endearing on a girl your age."

I took my sword, aiming at him with a vengeance so big, I could taste it, and impaled the bastard but then…

My eyes widened.

Blood splattered on my face. Blood not from the man I desired, craved.

Shocked brown eyes were locked with mine.

Sword pierced through his heart.

I walked backwards, stumbling. "No …nononono."

Behind those brown eyes which were once filled with life were yellow eyes, shining with pure amusement.

I breathed faster, clutching my ragged clothes.

Brown eyes closed and without Orochimaru's hands holding him, he fell down, my sword going deeper and protruding from his back. I dropped on the ground, clutching the grass tightly with my fingers and puked blood, dizziness and fatigue plaguing me. Sobs escaped my lips, and another one, another, until I was hysterical. I just had enough of this all. I was tired of living like this, afraid of doing anything wrong, afraid of failing, afraid of the pain, afraid of the loneliness, afraid of the killing but foremost… afraid of myself…

"A-are yo-ou ha-a-appy, y-you m-m-monster." I stated more than asked between coughing up blood.

He only chuckled in amusement and stepped over the lifeless body, the life I took. Looking down, I saw my shaking hands which were covered in blood. My blood and from the deceased boy.

"I h-ope yo-u ro-ot i-in Hell."

"My, Keiko-chan, haven't you noticed that you are already in Hell, together with me," A sly smirk appeared on his face, "Kill the other two." He knew I was breaking in pieces, he knew it, he wanted me to break, to lose every single of morality in my veins, to be as cold as him, to kill without a conscience. I knew.

And I knew I was losing a battle. I knew I was losing my morality but I couldn't. I had to cling to my last remaining string of humanity. I couldn't lose now, not when everything was on the line: my training, my plans, my revenge. I wouldn't lose them. I wouldn't. I wouldn't. That was the mantra that kept re-playing in my head.

I choked on my spit, stuttering, "W-why ar-re yo-u doi-ng th-is?"

"See this as training." With that he turned his back to me and sat down on the branch, next to Sasori, both keeping a close look on me, waiting for me to do as asked.

I didn't move from my spot, it was as if I was rooted in this place. My eyes were glued on the once lush grass, which were covered in puke and blood, the smell was horrible but I didn't want to move.

Until… two shrill screams made me snap my head towards that sound. There were snakes everywhere, crawling, hissing, biting the two from the three. I clumsily got up and stumbled towards there, taking out my kunai. "Stop.." I whispered pleadingly, taking out the snakes one by one but they kept doubling when I did that. All the while screams that were raping my ears, my conscience. I choked on my tears, slashing another venomous snake.

They were suffering, innocent people who didn't do anything wrong, and I couldn't do anything. They were young, damnit!

"STOP!" I shouted loudly, desperation lacing my voice but nothing changed, the screams didn't stop, even though I kept repeating that word over and over and over and over…

They are as young as I used to be. This was not human anymore. They deserved to live. They deserved to finish college, get a job, find love, start a family, grow old and then die. Like I should have! That cycle was supposed to be like that, not like this. Not in front of my eyes. If they were sound-nins I would have killed them without having regrets, they were evil, they were garbage. But these ones were not…

More tears rolled down and I took a deep breath, mind made up and whispering "Sorry." again and again.

Two clean kunais became two bloody kunais.

I heaved again, puking blood once again and somewhere deep in me there was a relieved sigh at not hearing any screams. My stomach churned at that thought and more blood came out my lips.

After a while, I was becoming numb, feeling absolutely nothing.

Empty.