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Sound Village,

The last thing Sirius Black remembered was dodging his cousin's spell. Working to protect his godson, he admits he was stupid and got cocky facing against Bellatrix. But he wanted to give his godson time to get away. The teen having been tricked by Voldemort to get the prophecy, the order had of course run to his aide and in the nick of time. When they arrived, they had to work fast, all of his friends had apparently gone with him. Of course, with them being just kids, they had to work fast to save them all.

Still though when he went through the veil, he thought he was dead. That grayness, the nothingness he felt all around him as he moved, he was beginning to think he was in limbo. Then, he fell into a room of what seemed to be all kinds of devices. It was different to say the least. Getting his legs underneath him, he was startled as two men came into the room. Both looking somewhat Asian in features, one had silvery hair pulled back and wearing glasses. The other seeming to be a subordinate as he barked orders at him, he was about to say something when he found himself being held against the wall with some kind of knife at his throat. More or less going what the fuck loud and clear, the wizard was promptly knocked out seconds later.

Waking up in a cell of some sorts, he was about to transform into Padfoot and sneak out. But was surprised when he couldn't. Confused to say the least as once again he kept trying, he found himself being spoken to once again. But this time in a language he did not understand, seemingly asking the same questions over and over, he looked and was admittedly clueless. That was when the pain started. Having felt the constant pain of the cruciatus curse as a child, that was nothing compared to what they were doing. Especially when that gray haired one with the glasses came in. He could see a gaze of nothingness in the man's eyes except when he was doing that thing to him. Where his hand glows green and touches him, never has he screamed more, it felt like his insides were being torn apart over and over. Then it would be done for a while. A day or two later the man would come back, and it would be much worse. Over time, more and more things were done to him. It came to a point he would pass out from the pain or even worse. When he is 'healed' he still finds himself woozy as to him it felt like they were doing it long and slow. There were times he felt he would be killed just for being alive.

Getting up slowly but surely, he found himself not alone as he looks outside his cage as he calls it. The gray-haired man with the glasses was there, but so was someone else. A person that definitely reminded him of Voldemort. Long silky black hair and a slender build, at first you would think a girl, but most assuredly a man, it was the eyes that caught his attention. Gold slitted eyes, much like that of a snake, he could see the forked tongue and the malevolence the man radiated. Even now what this guy was giving off, was causing him to think even more so about escaping. Something told him that if this guy was to take charge of his 'care', he would not make it out alive. Listening as they spoke to one another the older man began to speak and for the first time he could actually understand what the man was saying even with the hissing tone to his voice.

"My assistant told me you spoke the name Harry."

Remaining silent, Sirius just looks at him. Carefully masking his features as he moves back against the wall, he was not going to say one word. Already worried enough about how to let his godson know he was all right. He had to first figure out where the hell he was, and then figure out how to get out of here. Which would be easier said than done.

His eyes then went to the other man who was with him, just pushing up his glasses with a dark smile on his lips. Sirius was ready to endure the pain that was sure to come, because either way he was not talking. Surprised though as the snake like man stopped his torturer, he wished he knew what they were saying as the one nodded and left. Leaving the other behind, to turn once again back to him, the snakelike man spoke again with a sly smile, "It matters not I can tell you knew." He hissed. "I am not a Sannin for nothing. But because I appear to be the only one who knows your language. I shall have my apprentice beat some language into you." He chuckles. "And by the time I return you will talk to me and tell me everything."

A defiant look in his eyes, Sirius beats down the urge for a smart-ass remark. His instincts telling him, to do so would be a bad idea. He notices the return of the other plus one more. A boy around the age of his godson is now with them. An expressionless stare in his dark eyes, he has black hair almost as messy as Harry's. Wearing a purple and white much like the snake man. His shirt was wide open to reveal a youthful chest. Upon his back were signs of a sword...something told him he should not underestimate this kid. Something being told to the boy; he nods his head with acceptance and what he would call a small measure of annoyance. Dark eyes turning towards him as the others leave. Sirius watches the boy move with such ease, that he is envious of the grace within. But looking up at his face, he finds himself staring into red eyes with swirling black marks.

Feeling the beginning of a walk through his mind, Sirius automatically on instinct put his shields up. Seeing how the teen before him raises an eyebrow, he winces as the touch becomes a full down aggressive push against his walls. Wincing in obvious pain, he keeps it up. Reinforcing as best he can, with each and every hit upon his mind even more. Finally, even if barely able to hold it, he glares at the youth whose eyes had gone back to normal.

Although still cold, there was a hint of anger that went away quickly. Leaving for a moment, the boy returns with a chair for which he sits in. Looking at him, he just stares at him as if waiting for something. His instinct coming into play he starts to relax as he gazes at him in return. The boy's eyes unmoving as he continues watching, Sirius finally has enough of the silence. Pointing to himself, he simply states his name.

"Sirius."

Repeating it twice and then a third time, as there is no reaction from the boy as he tries to get him to talk. He just shrugs as he looks at him. Contemplating laying down, he does so despite the hardness of the floor. But as he begins to close his eyes, he is startled as a voice speaks up, "Hn...Sasuke"

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Looking at this man who had managed to block the Sharingan to a degree, the youth found himself angry that he had done so. The fact that he did, well it could be an interesting skill to have against Itachi. He would be interested in learning this trick. Just thinking of his brother has him resisting the urge to blast something to oblivion. Wanting to unleash his fury, he holds it in check as he had a job to do at the moment. Deliberately calming himself down and back to an impassive gaze. He thought about what else this man could know about. His looks wild and almost animalistic, there was knowledge in those eyes. Eyes that had seen things that he wishes to know. Especially about this Harry...

First thing though, was making sure this man knew what laid in store for him if he did not talk. Once again remaining quiet, he looks this Sirius impassively, his eyes narrowing he does a summoning. Having allowed him to sign the snake contract, Orichimaru had him learn to work with the reptiles. His face stoic as one emerges, it hisses as it speaks.

What is it you want? And do not forget my price.

Saying nothing he pricks his finger, and blood drips into its mouth, he notices as the man just watches with disgust. Not caring one iota about his feelings, the snake accepts his sacrifice, and looks at him with a hissing gaze.

"I need him to talk."

Nodding his head as he slithers towards the man who looks at him with what could only be hate. The snake stops with open curiosity for the first time in its many years,

It has been a long time since I have seen one of these.

"One of these what?"

He is from other hidden villages not here. His are set up far away where one who summoned us long ago lived. It is one of his descendants who brought us here. Lord Orichimaru is many times that one's grandson.

"So, you can speak with this man."

Yes

Can you give him ours.

With a bite I can. But you will also need to supplement his understanding of things. As it will wear off over time. It is best you teach him to write in it so that he knows his words.

"Do it."

Bobbing his head in acceptance, the snake slithers over towards the prisoner. Said man confused and not to mention surprised as the snake could clearly speak whatever language the boy knew. He gives a low growl as it turns his gaze at him.

Human as much as I desire to serve you to my Lord Manda, the young one has instructed me to bite you so I may give you the language of the shinobi.

"LIKE HELL!"

Faster than the man can move, the snake wraps himself around him with a firm tight grip of his coils. Enjoying the struggles the snake hisses one last word before he strikes.

Human this will hurt very much, and I shall enjoy your scream.

Hitting the neck with his fangs, the man lets out a painful yell. Delivering what is needed language wise, the snake also rifles through his mind with habit. Equal trade as he gives what he is told, it takes a look in this snake speaking man and boy in his memories. Because for speakers to still be around would be of interest to Manda. The Snake chief had long given up for a proper summoner time after time, so he shall relay what is learned. Still though as it finishes delivering the knowledge, it leaves a parting shot as it disappears just for him alone.

Learn fast human, especially if you do not want to lose your godson. We snakes are interested in him. Tell the young one in front of you.

Disappearing with a poof of smoke. The snake leaves the two to their discussion. But not without hiss of envy as he wishes to watch. The young master can be quite resourceful when he needs to be, he is one of the few many of the snakes admire. He has handled himself well against the chief and has always delivered his offerings to them when summoned.

But the idea of one who was a speaker? Now that would be of interest to their clan.

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Feeling the bite delivered and with extreme pain, Sirius slumps to the floor. His hand automatically going to his neck. He just looks at the boy, this Sasuke with something akin to hate. So, unlike his godson in anyway shape or form. What the teen does remind him of is those last days before him and his brother truly grew estranged,

"What did he tell you?"

Surprised as he can now understand his words, the man just glares at him. His own question expressed with ease as somehow, he knows what to say. "How do I understand you when I didn't before?"

"Hn..."

Not answering his question, the older man just looks at him with a gaze that states he will not be giving anything up without a fight. Just glaring equally at him, the youth just say nothing. Infinite patience was something that the youth may have, but Sirius does not.

"Why won't you answer me?"

"Why am I a prisoner?"

"What the hell am I doing here?!"

Question after question shot at the boy, the older man gets even more frustrated as he seems to now be pacing the walls. Never liking silence at all, the man stops as the teen speaks again.

"What did he tell you?"

Giving a growl of irritation as he glares at the youth, Sirius finally answers the teenager with a simple shrug. "It is none of your business what he had to tell me and for your information I don't know the bloody hell why I am here! I just am! Now get on with the torture you bastard. That is all you are going to get out of me."

A simple raise of an eyebrow, he watches as the boy does some hand signs and outcomes a fireball from his mouth. Getting out of the way he is about to comment, when he sees what he incinerated. Another snake had emerged, this one smaller but as he looks to the teen, the youth says one word.

"Poisonous."

Surprised at the action to say the least, dark eyes look back at the youth with now seems to be a guarded suspicion. "Sasuke...right?"

"Hn."

Taking that as an affirmative, the wizard asks one simple question that if he knew what it would bring in the future. He would have smiled. Taking care of where he was at the moment, he asks for the only food he can remember from Asia off the top of his head. A small little movement of hand his only reaction from the is his only response.

"Could you get me something to eat, I mean seriously anything would do."

"Hn"

Groaning as he looks at the teenager in front of him, Sirius admittedly can see a little bit of his brother in the boy. Regulus had that same stance, that same closed off look this kid gives him. It was unsettling how he could picture that in his head. Except for the eyes this boy could even pass as a member of the family. "You know you remind me of my brother. Annoyingly aloof, I always had to play a joke on him to get him to react to something, that our mother made him learn or do."

"What did he tell you?"

"My brother? Usually stop, knock it off, quit it you wanker." Going on and on for a few more minutes in fondness of memories. His blood turns cold as the boy speaks up again.

"If you won't tell me what he said. Then tell me this, who is this Harry, you spoke of."

Extremely alert at this, "No one you would know." Sirius replied. His eyes darkening with rage and a little fear. Being where he was, how could they know of his godson. He's at Hogwarts by now in his 6th year. Watching as the teen's eyes darken a bit with rage, Sirius slammed his mental shields up as the boy begins another attempt at invading his mind. His eyes once again red and black, he feels the intense pounding increase with every hit. Gritting his teeth, the Black Lord growls at him. "You will have to do better than that Sasuke." Once again, he shoves the boy out of his mind to the youth's surprise.

The boy standing up looks at the older man with interest and thought. Barking an order to another, Sirius is surprised as the teenager hands him a bowl of soup. His mind already not to thrilled with smell he can't help but eat anyway. He was that hungry. Sure, he got food and water, but it was never enough. Most of his magic cut off from him somehow, he could only do-little things. Those were what he could come up with to survive at the hands of dear old mum. He did them to stay sane.

Eyes narrow as he glares at the boy in front of him. Darkening with a steel resolve to not give in, he watches as the young man simply gets up and leaves. But not without one last comment. "I will return and then we shall talk again."

Giving a derisive snort at that Sirius leans back and starts humming a tune.

Konoha

Knowing that Bill and Fleur were busy at the moment, Remus decided to take a walk alongside Kiba. Lately when not on a mission, the teenager and his dog, had come to spend time with him and Kouga. He says just to make sure his acceptance of Moony was going well. (which it was) But the wizard knew better. Tsume had explained, that despite her being the clan head, Kiba had no real alpha male to look up to that wasn't outside the pack until now. Herself an alpha, she was still not a man that could help him figure things out as he grew up.

So, it was a surprise to many in the clan, that not only Kiba but many others took to him. Young and old alike, the wizard had a calming effect on the clan as he and Moony started to merge into one. Thankful to say the least at their acceptance of him as well, it seems Moony was an alpha wolf. That part of him was giving off a definite don't mess with me vibe. But also, I'm open to new things attitude as both man and wolf were insanely curious. When he had arrived in Konoha, Moony had scented out Kiba's mother of course. She smelled alpha and of having a pack.

That first full moon here was a near disaster as Moony tried to challenge her. But her and her dog, gave them hell as working in tandem, they kicked Moony's ass. For the first time Remus could despite the wolf form, feel his wolf counterpart not giving in but too tired to move. He just collapsed allowing Remus to take control. It was then that she had bent down and said three words. There you are.

With all he has one since then a real test of it will be in the next few weeks. Has he and Moony fully gotten to the point he can channel that aggression through this wolfhound? Will his wolf give some of its strength and power to Kouga? Already parts of the wolf were manifesting on him physically. The eyes, his hands but also his strength when in his human form. Remus was a lot stronger now than before and considering he would have to go back eventually? When he does it will wake up many werewolves who will seek their help.