[A/N: Sorry for the delay! Chronic pain is the devil and the details are unnecessary. TLDR a malicious imp did a nerve block on my neck through my throat and there were complications.]

Nishira came to, feeling as though the world was rolling. Her arms felt like useless lead bricks being carried, her feet trailed behind her, sliding along a smooth surface. She started to struggle, tried to stand, but her feet could find no hold on the ground, instead limply flopping about. She balled her fists and began struggling against her captors. One if her fists connected with something hard, hearing a deep voice grunt in pain before her hair was yanked back, pulling painfully at the root and a hard kneecap smashed into her nose. Sparks flared through her brain, her eyes involuntarily watering and her mind refused to cooperate making her gag on the blood that was flowing behind her sinuses. She groaned and coughed into the cool marble floor under her, resisting the creeping bile traveling up. She wiped her mouth with her newly freed hands and squeezed her eyes against the wave of nausea.

Her ears heard a deep grunt of pain, cut off with a sickening twang. She opened her eyes to see Rakumo hovering over who she assumed was the one who had broken her nose. The metal pipe still in his hands, a dark substance staining one end of it. He gave him another hit to his back, as the victim lay prone.
"Don't you EVER lay your hands on her again, do you hear?"
"I'm sorry, sir. It'll never happen again!"
Rakumo let out a breath, before regaining his composure.
"I believe you. I'll make sure of it."
He raised his booted foot and brought it down on the man's upturned face. Nishira closed her eyes to the sickening crunch that followed. Two gentle hands began caressing her face.
"Oh, let me see. Oh, oh, oh, look. There you are." She'd opened her eyes to see his face in full view. "Koragi, make sure she gets cleaned up and bandage her poor nose. It's such a cute nose so make sure you set it right."
"Where is Masazo, he could -" Her mouth gummed the words, unwilling to move as she wished.
"Your friend? Well, the slippery fellow got away. So, you'll just have to deal with normal medicine this time. Koragi?"
He nodded.
Demon Metal Bindings
Around her, ribbons of metal wrapped around each limb, strapping them to her side completely, immobilizing her arms and torso. She groaned in frustration.
"Stop this, Rakumo, release me. I won't hurt you; I just want to leave. Please, let me go."
He loosened his tie and made a gag, tying it tightly around her mouth, the satin of the expensive fabric was soft but unforgiving. She yelled into the fabric as he smoothed her hair back with the flat of his hand affectionately.
"You're so pretty when you beg. You see, when you did my special favor, I had Koragi here complete his own mission. Framing you with the death of the Daimyo's pretty little wife. The Iwa shinobi was just icing on the cake. Don't you see? You can never go back. The Daimyo is calling for your head and Iwa will put a bounty on your head so high that your precious little village will cast you out before starting another war. Don't worry about dying, my wily darling. You'll sit in a pretty gilded cage where I can see you every day like the beautiful exotic bird you are. I'll let you out on special occasions. I'll dress you in jewels and fine silks. You'll never want for anything, you'll never be cold or starve, you'll be admired and respected and I will fawn over you every waking moment of every day. And you'll repay me by doing my bidding, invoke the fear of the Doromisu Organization and make our enemies tremble in your wake. Doesn't that sound simply like paradise?"
Nishira's gut plummeted from her belly, the horror of a life imprisoned with him was a fate worse than death. I'd rather die, she thought bitterly. But he wouldn't give her the chance, Rakumo was diligent and methodical.
"Take my sweet angel to her new cage, stay with her. She's smart enough to try something and we don't want that right now. I have a very important meeting with um, what's her name?"
"Hibi, My Lord."
As the name registered, Nishira howled into the fabric in her mouth, fought with a savage fury against the metal binds that held firm. Intrigued by the outburst, Rakumo simply observed until her futile attempts to struggle, and muffled screeching slowed. Nishira panted and shrugged in the bindings, knowing there was no give to them. There was a knowing smile on his lips as her eyes narrowed. Beneath the surface, the roiling of power began to stir. But Rakumo turned away leaving her in the hands of his goons, arrogant and prideful.
"Right, time to go get very rich. Shinobi affairs are much more lucrative than boring city politics."

She struggled and kicked as much as the bindings allowed while being lead sowly along the halls. However, the most they did was manhandle her, fearing the same fate as their comrade. Koragi took the lead, undeterred. Not afraid of retribution he pushed her around as he pleased.
"Still have some fight in you, hey Nishira?"
She snarled, and he merely chuckled and gave her an extra shove.
"Aw, you're angry. Is it because you finally figured it out? You lost. You lost before you even knew you were playing. You have something to say?"
He yanked the tie down. "Admit it, Nishira, you have nothing left. No one can save you now."
"Koragi, what about Sekawa?"
He smirked.
"Yeah? What about her?"
He gave a flippant shrug revealing his manipulative lie.
"What would she say if she learned what a coward you are?"
Koragi grasped the collar of her shirt, and the broad side of his hand slapped her cheek.
"You're going to die here, Nishira. I hope I get to do it; It would be my pleasure to show you how cowardly I would carve into that skin."
Nishira thought of a sarcastic comment, but it died on her lips as a wave of fatigue coursed through her. She was getting so tired.

Masazo stood in an alley, clutching his side where a wound from a blade had dug in deep enough to slow him down. He grazed the brick, feeling its rough texture jar him until he stopped, leaning on it for support. He'd managed to get away and taken out as many as he could get his hands on but just barely.
"Damn him! Damn her!" He panted. Feeling in the verge of losing consciousness. If he did, it was all over for his team. He slid his back down the brick, feeling it pick at his skin through the ripped vest. He closed his eyes for just a moment, said a quiet prayer gulping each breath.
"Masazo?"
He opened one heavy eyelid to see Kakashi squatting in front of him, his breathing laboured but in better shape than the older man.
"What happened?"
"They tricked us. Used me… and Nishira. They… framed her… for the murder of the wife. She didn't do it."
"What about the Iwa shinobi?"
"No, no, we didn't even know there was one."
"Tell me everything, Masazo. Quickly."
Masazo spilled as much as he could with his laboured breaths about the deal.
"Please, find Haru and Yasuhi, they were supposed to check in today. I don't believe they'd kill Nishira right away, she seemed to have a history with them. Doromisu Rakumo seemed eager to recruit her back into his service, whatever that means."
"Masazo, do you have somewhere to stay hidden?"
"No, the city has been barricaded in and the only one I know is where we were ambushed. A smuggling route on the south side."
"I learned from someone that shrine's often have secret passageways as part of the old world, so I tracked down the exit."
"Always the clever one, Kakashi. You haven't changed. Why are you here?"
"ANBU received word that Nishira killed the Daimyo's wife. Iwagakure is looking for an excuse to cause a war, and ANBU wants Nishira dead to prevent that."
"What? There's no way the Hokage would allow such a thing."
"This didn't come from Lord Hokage."
"Danzo, then. The snake. Can't say I'm surprised. Are you here to do the deed? Because that seems a little unpalatable even for my taste."
"No, I was warned and came here to save her first so that Lord Hokage can make a fair decision. If it came down to that, if I was ordered I would fulfill that mission, Masazo."
Masazo looked at the younger shinobi. He had worked with him when he first joined ANBU, that angry child that adhered to the rules as though it would wash the grief over his father and comrades. He looked at the worry lines on the parts of his visible face, the deepening bags under his eyes.
"I don't believe you, Kakashi, not for a second. And I'm glad about that. Go! Go find the boys and find Nishira. I'll go to the shrine and wait for you there. And Kakashi?"
"Hmm?"
"Bring all my kids back alive."
"I will."

Haru kneeled on marble floors, his hands outstretched to each side, arms wrapped in rope that bit into his skin as it strapped him to a heavy log laying across his back. A guard stood on either side of his, their spears crossed the other's under Haru's chin. Before him, Inamoni lay sprawled on the floor, trying to lift herself. The left side of her face was a swelling bruise, a trickle of blood came from her sneering lip. The pained cry of a wounded critter came from Soyanami as she fell limply to the ground, her layers of dress crumpled around her. A hand wrapped around strands of hair on her skull, grasping a full handful and pulling to lift her up. Sayonami's hands helplessly tried to release them, but Nakuhei gripped harder.
"Dirty, unclean whore."
He threw her back down to the ground. She yelped.
"Please, Nakuhei. Stop! You'll kill her."
Inamoni raised to her hands and knees, pleading. But Yudao pressed his booted foot on her, forcing her back to the floor.
"Stay put, you harpy."
Haru looked back to the advisor, staring at his sprawled wife. Sayonami slowly tried to crawl away as Nakuhei followed deliberately.
"You let that viper into our bed. Let her seduce you into committing filthy, degrading acts. Let her convince you to leave!"
He reared his leg, delivering a blow to her abdomen. She rolled onto her back, winded.
"Leave. You were trying to leave me. Am I so repulsive to you that you sought out reprieve with that foul mouthed charlatan? Convinced your bodyguard that I hired to keep you safe into stabbing me in the back."
His head snapped to Inamoni, his voice rising with anger.
"You filled her head with nonsense. Tried to deceive her for her money. Steal all my wealth and take my bride too. You have bewitched her with your sorcery."
He looked back at his wife, uncaring that her robes were starting to come undone, her chest heaving with breath, her eyes fluttering with shed tears.
"I will remind you that you are mine and mine alone. That you will never leave me until you are well and dead." He knelt down, his knee pinning her dress to the floor between her legs as his hands began greedily pulling at the cloth. Sayonami cried out, her hands curled in tiny fists, trying to beat him off. But Nakuhei pushed them aside, grabbed her shoulders and with a small lift, he slammed her back onto the marble, all strength abandoning her. As he opened the robe to gaze on her body, clear of any marks or signs of age, the plentiful swell of her breasts, heaving from her hiccupping sobs, he simply smiled.
"Mine, all mine."
He bent to embrace her when Inamoni screamed out her name.
"GET OFF HER, YOU BASTARD!"
Nakuhei turned his head to Inamoni with a scoff, delighting in the despair etched deeply in her face, feeling the power he had over these mere women. He began to laugh, relishing in it all. A sharp heat pierced his belly, interrupting his feeling of triumph, and Nakuhei looked back to see the ornate gold handle of a knife protruding from his abdomen. He looked down at Sayonami and to her hand that gripped the blade with trembling hands. She wrenched it and Nakuhei gave a pitiful yell before slumping to the side, his hand reaching for his attacker, stopping short of Sayonami. Haru looked up to watch both the guards step forward, forgetting about him for a fateful heartbeat.

In a quick move, Haru leapt to his feet and swung the heavy log, clobbering one and then the other. One remained conscious, looking up at him to watch Haru lift his foot and kick, his neck snapping from the force. Yudao turned, torn on which way to move between his employer and his teammate he'd sold out. Haru moved forward making the decision for him, he kicked out, snagging the spear from his hands to the ground and pushing Yudao back. Yudao gave a yell as he ran towards Haru, fists swinging. He only exchanged a couple, that Haru evaded, using the log to twist and move, until Yudao suddenly halted and looked down to see the point of a spear coming from his chest cavity. With another heave of the spear, Yudao gasped before tumbling to the ground. Behind him, Inamoni stood, gripping the weapon firmly.
"Little help?"
"Yes, of course." Inamoni quickly released the ties and together they approached Sayonami who hadn't moved.
"Come on, baby. We have to go."
Inamoni's voice broke whatever spell the petite woman was under and she let them lift her as they ran out to get away, Haru leading the way.

"Are you Rakumo's lackey, then?" Nishira let herself be led around.
"No. I serve Soyasu, but it's a temporary assignment."
"So, who is your real master? Which village are you going to then?"
He gave the metal wraps a stern tug, bringing Nishira to her knees.
"You ask a lot of questions. Shut your trap and let me do my job."
"Your job is babysitting me? Seems like lackey work."
He growled at her.
"Why aren't you at that meeting then? Seems like Soyasu doesn't trust you either. Maybe you're being replaced too, just like every other dime a dozen rogue shinobi in this place."
"SHUT UP!"
He wound his fist back to deliver a blow to her face. She bent over backwards to avoid the blow, maneuvering to kick the back of his knees out. He grunted before going down on his stomach. With a swift movement, she landed another kick straight to the head, knocking him out with the hard twist of his neck from the force.

Nishira looked around to assess the others with their weapons at the ready. In the moment that hung between them and her, anticipating who would act first, it didn't take long for one of her opponents to dive in, ready to slice the woman to pieces. Side stepping his advance, her leg swung out to smash the back of his head. The whistle of a sword forced her to duck, completing the job as the blade landed in his comrade who yelled out to the ceiling before collapsing. Nishira lifted her foot and planted it on his leg, bending the knee backwards with a thick pop. A quick hop and she swung the other foot into the abdomen of the last thug who accompanied her, his breath coming out with a large whoosh.

Nishira spotted only two left who approached cautiously. She closed her eyes to amass enough chakra before pushing it outwards in a wave, breaking the metal bonds and knocking the goons back against the hall walls and knocking them prone on the floor. Koragi came at her, a delirious rage on his face as he sneered, rushing her. She took the fallen sword from the man's back and rammed it into his gut.
"Where are they meeting?!"
He stared stupidly at the blade in his gut, his mouth gaping.
"Tell me! Where are they meeting? "
"Fuck you, bitch!"
"Then die, for Sekawa's sake I hope you rot in this world and the next."
She pulled the blade out and swiftly swung it lobbing off his head, watching it bounce a few times down the hall, each impact sounded with a wet squelch, the seeping blood coming from the severed gash of his neck, on its final bounce, the gaping mouthed Koragi stared at her. She wished there was a sense of joy from it, but there was still more to be done.

Another glance around seeing the strewn bodies told Nishira she had done it and she dashed off to find Rakumo. Time to put a stop to all of these games so she can leave, but was it home? The word burned in her chest.