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Chapter 2

There are sounds all around me. The stench of deception lies clearly in its strong muff scent. A hope for better days to come that will never but ever hold true.

-Where am I?

My eyes are kept closed; I try to breathe as evenly as I would be still asleep. I am lying quite uncomfortably with no bed cushioning my back. Oh well. I'm used to it. It's dark, I know as much due to the darkness whisking through my shut eyelids. A heartbeat or three –not my own- are stationed right outside my room. The sound is strong, tremendously so, and I wonder if they understand that even they wouldn't be able to stop me. Though I am tied.. against a wall I assume.

Okay, this might be a bit of a problem.

My room, this box I'm in, smells broken. Dirtied. Filthy and full of fright. I can smell odours I would really rather not; maybe it's been cleaned –but I honestly don't think so. Why would they, anyway? Let's see… Three guards outside my box.. I am tied with… I gather a small amount of chakra to my wrists; I feel its usual burn leave my veins as it surges to enhance my arms and legs. As if knowing what I'm about to do- the chakra vanishes. It is instantly sucked into the confines keeping me at bay.

Yep, chakra seals. It was worth a try. It's dark, so the Konoha dungeons maybe? A cell either way.

Why would they tie me in anything other than a cell, anyway? I was caught. I could have escaped anyone besides four people. Four. I am faster than most. I could have outrun people stronger than I in my current state. But no. Out of the four people in the whole of the Elemental Nations that could outrun me –four out of millions of ninja- I have to run into the one that surpasses them all.

Fucking hell I hate my luck.

I could have escaped him when my senses noticed him a few miles from where I was stationed. I got curious and as they say –I may have very well been a kitten.

As unprofessional as it might sound, something resembling a snicker escapes my lips. The hearts outside jump slightly, one starting to beat rapidly, another retaining its cool and the other vanishing as if it had never been there in the first place. A full out chuckle now that sounds much too feminine in my opinion, and I finally allow my eyes to open. I've shown I'm awake so why not relax a little?

The darkness is chilling and forces goose bumps on my skin. If not for my eyes, those enhanced by whatever it is that gave them these special traits, I would be able to see nothing but a slight sign of light protruding from what I assume is the door to my box. Yet I am allowed to see more than that; stonewalls of grey and brown are surrounding me. I am against one of them, tied with my wrists over my head, my ankles in a similar fashion against another stone surface that runs almost diagonally from the floor toward the wall behind me. If not for this concrete thing under my back I would be hanging from one side to the other, holding a hideous back bruise.

The heart that had simply vanished with the sunshin, is back again along with a few others. Two of them I know. Strong, monstrously so, and with an aura unsurpassable by the majority of the world. Another two are maybe less known, less strong, but tied in this hell even they can prove a worthy opponent. Besides, I think I have an inkling as to what they might be. And the other… I recognize but it is not worthy my attention.

Open sesame.

The door makes an awful sound, reminding me of a rusty door that has been in the need of oil for far too long –and maybe that is exactly the case. Those entering make nearly no sound, the guards long gone after being dismissed, and only one hums in an ever joyous way. Power. Raw power.

"The professor" is all I say and the humming never stops. He doesn't care, or at least that is what he wants me to believe, but his heart flutters slightly –he didn't expect my eyesight to be this precise. The place is freaking dark. It is meant to dishearten and disorientate.

Five people enter my five by five cage; a lot of scuffling can be heard. One breathes a little harder thinking it unwise to be so close to me. Oh baby, you're right. I grin a little and by the little choke, I assume I'm not the only one able to see. He must be young, short, still not used to danger such as I. His length might have given me this hint too. Heh.

"Good guess, my dear" The voice is that of one much younger than I remember. Stronger, more efficient, yet playful. A voice that knows it is capable of detaining me even if I were to try for an escape. Someone of such raw power that he doesn't need the presence of the others. A gramps like my own –but far stronger.

I raise my head slightly; it had been poised towards the floor, simply basking in all the sounds while gently and subtly scanning my surroundings. My deep blue eyes meet his, brown and slightly greying –this is how great my eyesight really is- just as I remember them, and I let my voice drift a little lower. "You know just as I do, that it wasn't a hunch.. old man" A little giggle escapes me once again.

The air in the room drops dramatically; I need to suck in a quick breath. Sweat has made its way to my lower back as I am reminded that this is not my old man. I can see his face, still portraying that humming façade, as behind him the darkness I had gotten accustomed to gets a thousand times darker. Gravity pulls me towards her and for once since I've woken up I am happy I am chained. I try to raise my own chakra to break this trance–but of course I am detained.

"Now, now my Lord… Could you please ease up a little?" Another familiar voice rings. Its elven bells remind me of why I am here. Fucker. His hand easily moves as he gestures to the one standing to his right, practically on his knees gasping for all he is worth. Too weak, little one. Though to be fair, the other two heartbeats aren't dealing with the pressure any better.

As quick as it came, the weight is gone. I marvel in the subtlety by which I take a breath. I wonder if it had been apparent I was under any pain. By the small glint in the Hokage's eyes, I assume it had. "I thought I was going easy enough" he exclaims, and surely –he might.

He moves a little, the others standing completely still, and appears in front of me. Mere centimetres away, I can literally taste his scent. "Old?" I do not think he had been insulted by the mention of age. "No matter the age, my faire one" He steps slightly closer and I have to admit, the man isn't as old as I'd thought "I would suggest not going on appearance alone". The underlining hint towards his power does not need to be worded.

Standing strong against foes I am weaker than being one of my foolish traits, I chuckle slightly and turn my eyes to openly scan those gathered. "That was never my intention, your Lordship" I know it might sound taunting, but honestly? This man had been the only one I ever willingly followed. Though not my gramps, he could one day become a gramps that a future me could respect as much as current me does. Hopefully, I will be able to respect him openly once again.

A much smaller pressure, much smaller, hits me like a leaf does when touching the muddy ground. I twist slightly, craning my neck to look at the enraged face of who one day will be an amazing ninja, and chuckle.. might I say.. lovingly. "Do not worry, I meant no disrespect". His doubting face does not relinquish the anger boiling within. "Lord Sarutobi is one of those that will forever hold my respect". I can feel the doubt in all of the ninja in my box. Obviously this is something that would be said by any ninja held in custody that hoped for freedom.

"Oh?" The Third exclaims with no hidden surprise as he stares at me with the eyes of a man knowledgeable way beyond his years. "And why, pray tell, is that?" The light-blond haired man, a Yamanaka without a doubt, shuffles uncomfortably and the one in the mask twitches slightly as if debating to quickly draw her sword. Red hair.. Only one other person that I know of would have hair so much like my own.

Of course they would send her.

My eyes clash with his once again and I gather a predatory smile that I know has been the cause for both flutters and fear. "The strong prevail those that are weaker and deserve respect" I can see a glint of.. amusement maybe? but his stoic face betrays nothing. "Besides, out of all the lands out there" I can finally show a hint of how I really feel "Konoha is the one that helped my village most." Tensed shoulders stay tensed even if the young one seems to sag slightly in relief. I can see the Third's eyes searching, thinking, professoring, for all possible villages I might come from. Though my hair is a dead giveaway, in my opinion.

The one I should know best stiffens even more, her young heart beating rapidly hoping to be right of that which she suspects. I can hear her blood rush to her ears, the sound deafening her drums. I know it is a low blow, but honestly, she has found family. True family; the kind we both had always dreamed of. It is the best cover; I've known this for as long as I've been here. Months of planning… But it still hurts.

"Well, mostly" I add with a little frown.

I can tell this last part comes with confusion, from all those around me –even him. Which leads me to the idea that he had been unaware. Gramps just retracted a few of my respect points. However, as far as his kindness goes, it is better this way. As is usual whenever his information hits a wall, his eyebrows scrunch ever so slightly and he instantly comes to business. "Never mind your affiliation and respect, we have come here to infiltrate your mind" His tone is a no nonsense one and I shiver slightly at the implications. "My guard will walk your mind and will figure out all that you know and hide"

I knew this would happen eventually. I hated the fact it would happen, but I've been preparing myself ever since my arrival. My seals are better than all other so called seal-masters walking the earth. I have been spending decades to perfect them and even then I know I can still learn a lot. My tenant being long gone, my thoughts sealed and my fabricated memories in place, I am ready.

For the future may never be known.

"Only then will I decide if your fate will be death or.." He turns and sighs almost dramatically "not". The crowd shuffles, Littlest ninja moves and opens the door making his exit. The others however, stay.

Why?

Though I have never been interrogated by the Interrogation Squad of Konoha, I have always assumed it to be the same with the other countries. The walker along with another stays and enacts the questioning. Two shinobi with power varying in accordance to the power of the detainee, as guards stay strong outside. But here I am left with the one to catch me, a woman with hair much like my own, a man intending to literally walk through my mind, and a God who's power surpasses them all.

Overkill?

"Kushina, if you will" His voice sounds curt and daring any type of disobedience. I hear her intake of breath, her blood surging from one place to the other quickly gathering at her core and I am astonished to hear the sound of chains.

What?

Her chakra jumps from her back in the form of thick green chains and they grasp my wrists and ankles. They feel cold as hell, shivers running freely up and down my spine as those things touch where they shouldn't. They feel like slippery snakes that are all too happy in catching their prey. I know their creator is as gleeful as the slippery things feel. She is definitely a sadistic bitch. I would chuckle if not for my confusion.

The hell is happening?

I think the silent fear is showing on my face for I can definitely see my captor's, not gramps's, mirth. I can feel his pleasure in seeing me scared for once, while being deftly tied in a pinch. His cheek shows no wound; clear as a baby's bum.

"Minato" The Hokage interrupts my thoughts and the bastard smirks "if you please". He slowly saunters over, purposely taking slow steps probably to let the danger finally sink in. My heart beats louder still; I am seriously scared.

What for? What the hell is happening?

I have never longed for my tenant as much as I do now. His rage would surely have set me free. I would let that red burning fire burst and burn the chains holding me down. Though I wish to stay in this village, torture has never crossed my mind. I would clash with the smirk walking towards me. I would burn and flee.. Flee… Run!

But alas, he is in another's gut at this point in time.

He stands right besides me, his left hand grasping my arms effortlessly and it's the first time I'm becoming aware of how weak I am without my chakra. How small; how delicate. His right hand reaches over and touches where I assume the seals binding my chakra are. The chains rattle slightly as he pressures the spot on my left wrist. "Kai" He whispers lowly, the sound making me shiver as I feel a strong rush bursting from my core.

Finally!

Though it is not much, I feel my chakra returning. Maybe just a tenth of what I normally have but I can fucking move! My mind screams for me to stop, something is horribly wrong, but my body makes to jump and flee. Finally I can move and escape and runaway –Her chains are still holding strong.

I hear a chuckle close to my ear. The hand that had released one of the seals is now firmly posed against my throat while holding a kunai. Its edge is slightly cutting me and I can smell my own blood. I have not moved but an inch since I was set free.

That's why.

I huff. They're strong. "You can't escape me" He breathes and it is infuriating but I have to admit it's true. "You know that".

I can practically hear the Hokage's disapproval at my movement, and possibly also at his subordinate's glee, but he makes no sound. I sit still, knowing I can't escape, and the weakest person in the room closes in on me. "I need to access your chakra in order to read your mind."

He doesn't seem to be too nervous, not at all actually, and I have to be reminded that this person is a lot stronger than I am currently giving him credit for. "I tried to when you were unconscious" He says while his hand approaches my forehead "but the seals defending your mind seem to be dangerously active when you can't access your chakra" I can feel a slight surprise to my left, from the man oh so joyously pinning me down, and for some reason I am quite happy.

"Yes" the Hokage hums slightly and my eyes force themselves on his grey ones. "Truly marvellous" He ends and with that my eyes roll back and my world is once again left black.

Glad I came prepared.

Drip….

Drip…

Drip.. drip.. drip.. drip.

For fucksakes! Shut up!

I stir slightly, feeling quite heavy and … wet. As I open my eyes and try to file my thoughts into coherent order, the happenings of maybe seconds before catch up to me.

It just looks so freaking empty. There is water everywhere; a few pipes are lined up against the walls. This hall is one I had gotten used to only after years of practicing –it still feels so cold.

Regaining my focus I can hear muttering and make myself rise from my sleeping position. My skirt, though the floor is covered by water, is completely dry –as is the rest of my outfit. Slow but steadily steps take me to where I know the walker is standing.

Let the games begin.

"I see you've found your way around my mind" I say strongly, with just a hint of a resigned sigh. The blond man turns, his long blond ponytail making a whipping motion as I assume he is surprised by my presence. "Don't look at me like that" His frown eases and do I see a little smirk? "Of course I won't stay sleeping with a walker in my head"

He turns to look the other way again, his shoulders sagging slightly, and only then do I see what he's been looking at this whole time. There, right in front of him, lays a little girl with red hair, holding onto her little teddy as she is shedding tears of horror. Her surroundings are misty, betraying their existence as just a memory on my part, but you can easily detect fires all around her.

He tries to reach for her but "Don't." I say and he listens. His hand has been deftly put back in his pocket as if he never really intended to comfort her in the first place. "My seals are still active" He nods, understanding my warning for what it is, but I still feel the need to clarify "The flames will burn you if you try anything".

There are shouts all around her, shinobi running and fighting as more and more people fall dead beside her. Her eyes are large and watery, clutching the teddy tighter and though we can't hear her whisper, it is obvious she's calling for her mother.

I raise my right hand as I come to a stop next to the Yamanaka and make a waving motion. The mist grows thicker and he gasps as another memory manifests in front of us. She is older now, puberty clearly having aged her well, probably around 7 years later. She is sitting on a rock somewhere in the middle of a lake and she is sweepingly scribbling things on a piece of parchment. She looks elegant while she does this and a camera like thing zooms in on her writings. The walker next to me suppresses another intake of breath –probably not wanting to admit his shock at seeing such excellent seal crafting for one so young- and another person finds their way onto the scene.

"Who is that?" He asks hinting towards the man with long spiky red hair that currently has his hand on the little girl's hair, ruffling it lovingly.

"The one to teach me all I know" I say and in the distance I can imagine Jiraiya taking his place. Their stature is almost the same, their hairstyle quite similar if not for the colour, and they are both old. "He died saving me from ninjas of the Rock"

The scene transforms and this time we see the same girl hunching over her old man, screaming for him to come back alive. Truly heart breaking. "Don't forget to change the world, Naru-chan" are his lasts words and because of their importance to me even now –a little tear passes my cheek.

There are many more so called memories that the Walker wants to look at, and he does. It seems to take ages, but after having thoroughly checked all my thoughts for any ill will against Konoha, he decides to leave my mind. It hurts knowing that it had been this easy to create false memories. Memories that apparently can fool even the wisest.

To be fair, he isn't the mastermind he will one day be yet.

The next time I open my eyes, I am prepared. The buzzing in my ears subsides and my lids open once more. "How long was I out?"

The only one left in my room is my captor. Minato Namikaze. He is leaning against a wall, arms firmly crossing one another and his head is still leisurely resting against the stones. He breathes a little heavier, I know he can hear me, and hums a little indicating some form of thought. "A few hours, at most" He says and stands straight.

His eyes lock onto mine and the little spark in them has me wondering if maybe I have been figured out. "Let's start the second part of the interrogation" Is what he says instead and the cautious voice in my head is left wondering why the hell the Yamanaka didn't finish this job himself.

"For this, I'll be applying a truth serum" -Well, fuck. I didn't prepare for this shit.

And cut.

The next chapter will be up in a few days (tops a week).

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