Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Façade ❯ Chapter 9 ( Chapter 9 )

Title: Façade
Author: Illuma
Fandom: Naruto
Feedback: Feedback is always welcome!

Dream: So anyways...
Itachi: Are you going to start rambling again?
Dream: No. Actually. I was bitten by a dog back on the 9th. =o
Itachi: What the hell?
Dream: It's true! It wasn't bad or anything, but a fight had started at the dog park and I was trying to separate the dogs, with the help of other people of course, and somewhere in the middle of it all I got bit without realizing it.
Itachi: Jeese woman. What possessed you to jump in anyways?
Dream: The increasing need to stop the injury of one of my favorite dogs that goes to the park maybe?
Itachi: What kind of dog was it that started it?
Dream: Pit-mix. o.o; Don't get me wrong. I don't hate the breed. I just hate the fact that they're so god damn dog aggressive. I know they were bred for fighting, but it pisses me off. Proper handling and control can make them great pets, but owners have to know and be on top of them when they bring them there. They get focused on what they wanted and just go for it.
Itachi: Is the dog that was attacked okay?
Dream: Hmm? Oh yeah he's fine. He has a little scratch on one his legs, but he's okay. He was really shaken and scared for about an hour, but as more people and dogs he knew and was familiar with came he began to calm down considerably. Hell one of my own dogs jumped in trying to get the Pit off of him.
Itachi: Did he get hurt?
Dream: Thankfully no. He was on the pits back trying to get his attention off the other dog. Hell it worked and they eventually got the pit and broke up the fight. I was beyond pissed when I yelled at the guy to get the dog out of the park. But you know what pisses me off the most?
Itachi: Hmm?
Dream: The bastard owner had the gall to come back, mind you to ask if everything was okay, and try to say he didn't believe his dog started it. Which is complete bullshit because I saw it all start. The dog had that look when they're thinking about mounting another dog and then going for it. Now you tell me. Who started it? Fucking idiot. And you know, when you're trying to pass a pit mix off as a cross between two different dog breeds, don't ever claim it's a mix between two dogs that will never be a solid color. Sorry to burst your bubble, but a cross between a Rottweiler and a Dalmatian will never create a solid dark gray dog that has the lean build of pit bull. Rottweilers are bulkier than that, and Dalmatians are a lot leaner. I know dogs damn it. D<

Warnings: My sadism took a turn for the worse. Blood, gore, it's not exactly pleasant to say the least. It's not the best description I could have done, but whatever. I didn't want to gross myself out with it.
Disclaimer: I still don't own it you know. I never have and I never will. It would be funny if I did though.

Chapter 9
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Nadia hung back as she watched everyone file down the stairs and enter the room. She stood and waited for Gai to return, going over in her mind what exactly she was going to say. This was not the way things were supposed to go. Not at all. They weren't supposed to know. Ever. Blasted meddling fools. If that Anko woman hadn't gone searching this wouldn't be happening. No one would know about Sakaye's current instability, and she wouldn't have to be here explaining anything to them. Civilians. She could swear they were the bane of her existence.

She didn't move or acknowledge his presence as Gai made hi way back down to the first floor. She narrowed her eyes and listened as he moved past her and into the room with her. She could hear the low murmur coming from the room. No doubt questions about what the fuck had just happened. Sakaye coming into the house acting like some blood crazed maniac would mentally scar anyone who knew her. It was an unnatural sight for anyone who did not work with the woman.

Of course, Nadia had always known Sakaye was a bit unstable. It came with the job really. Hell Zabuza himself had gotten like that once. Though, he'd been on a rampage for who knew what reason. It had taken three of them to hold him down, and another to administer the sedative. Kisame still had the scars from that time, and Zabuza remained oblivious to it all.

With a heavy sigh of resignation, Nadia passed through the doorway and stepped into the room, feeling twenty two pairs of eyes focusing on her. Of course had to wonder why in the hell there were this many people staying here tonight in the first place. She could attribute ten of them being here on urging from Tsunade. Why the hell was protecting civilians always such a pain in the ass?

She also had to ask herself how the fuck Sasuke had accumulated ten friends in less than month. Was that even possible? She found it increasingly difficult to believe that he really was friends with every single student in this room. She couldn't even begin to fathom the idea of it all. Sasuke. With friends. When eight fucking years ago his parents had been brutally murdered in front of his eyes by a man he trusted deeply. This certainly did not make sense to her. Not at all.

Though she supposed not much made sense to her these days anyways. Working as an unofficial operative of ANBU tended to obscure reality in odd ways. It's just how things were, and she had long since come to accept this new reality.

Though, she counted herself lucky. Had she ever taken that final step to becoming a member of ANBU, she would have lost her mind years ago. Members of ANBU went through a year of extensive training not only to prepare them physically for their job, but their minds as well. One had to possess a certain mind-set in order to become a member of ANBU. Nadia did possess that mind-set, but in her younger years she had faced mental traumas she preferred not to discuss which ultimately prevented her from accepting Tsunade's offer to join the organization. She did not wish to further damage her already fragile psyche with what ANBU did.

Nadia frowned as she lifted a hand, running it through her dark brown hair, one of her fingers catching on a small knot before she forced it to break through and let her hand drop away. Her gaze flickered from one to the next, appearing as though she were assessing them. She wasn't, but they didn't know that.

“What you have seen,” she began, “does not leave this house. Sakaye will not remember this, and you would do well to not inform her of it.”

She lifted her hand and pushed a dark lock back behind her ear. Her gaze remained moving from one to he next, searching for any sign that they would go against her. If any did, there would be consequences. There were always consequences.

“What you see when she is not working, that is who he tries to be. Like most members of ANBU, her mind is somewhat unstable, and she is forced to hide behind a mask to keep everything from spilling out. It is her wish to protect every single one of you by any means necessary. None of you may let her know what you know. She is unaware of what I have told the adults, and she is unaware that you children even found out about her. I warn you all to keep it to yourselves.” She paused to look at the minors. “Go back to bed. Now.”he received eleven glares, but those eleven bodies moved to do as she said, moving quietly out of the room and back upstairs. Several silent minutes passed as Nadia listened for the last door to close.

“Itachi.”

Itachi's dark gaze snapped to her, and he waited for her to go on.

“I believe Sakaye asked you yo pick up her dog, correct?”

Itachi gave a quick nod.

“I also believe she said Yuri was coming as well?”

“Yes,” Itachi replied.

“I'll need you to locate one more person and take him to the address he gives you. I'll provide you with the information you need in the morning. It's of utmost importance he arrives no later than three thirty.”

Itachi nodded a second time.

“Now. I believe there is something else we must discuss now.”

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Her body felt increasingly heavy, and her head felt like something had been slammed repeatedly into it. A vague image flashed through her mind before it vanished and left her with a feeling of complete emptiness and uncertainty. She twisted and heavily rolled over onto her back, eyes cracking open slightly. Above her was large fuzzy blur of something. Some vast... looks like... wood? Maybe. She wasn't to sure about the details. It just one big fuzzy brown blob. Her vision wasn't focusing or clearing either, but she didn't force it.

She just let herself lie there, staring blankly up at nothing. A wooden ceiling didn't seem to be to interesting anyways. She frowned when a noise permeated the silence, and she rolled onto her side. Her hand flung out and landed on a flat object resting on the table beside her bed. The palm of her hand grazed against slightly raised rubber buttons. A small sigh escaped her and she felt her fingers wrap around the hard plastic object. Once in her grasp she pulled it towards her and held it in front of her face.

She frowned again, not seeing anything special about it. She shrugged slightly and pressed the fuzzy red blob at the top of it. For several silent, boring moments, nothing happened. She blinked and her eyes widened when the sound of music suddenly surrounded her. Oh. So that's what it did. Turned the stereo on. She shrugged and rolled back on her back, staring vaguely up at the blurry wooden ceiling that seemed to be moving now. Some trick of the mind, she supposed. That or she was still partially in that drug induced haze from hours ago that she clearly did not recall.

The pounding in her head didn't help, and the loud music helped even less. The beat had started a pounding rhythm in her head. Any other time and she might have found it amusing. Right now it bothered her to no end. Damn it she needed something to make it go away. Maybe Aspirin. Hell she'd be happy to just have some coffee right now. Though, she doubted she'd be able to pry herself off of the comfortable mattress she was sprawled on. Nope. She was not getting up.

A vague remembrance of what happened the previous night passed through her mind. She didn't recall anything that happened after she'd returned home, but she certainly remembered beating the shit out of the mother fucker that had tried to drag her out into an alley after giving her the drug. Whatever the hell it had been had really fucked her up. She'd never experienced that feeling before.

She lifted a hand and held it front of her face, her vision slowly but surely was beginning to clear. Wear was the blood? She remembered there was blood, but her hand was wrapped in bandages, and she could feel them all the way up her arm. Someone must have cleaned her. She assumed so anyways, because she knew she hadn't done it herself. Drug induced haze left her completely out of her mind.

Though, at least no one would know what she had done. She remembered everything up to just before coming home, where her mind had gone completely blank and some twisted part of her mind had taken over and done something. Probably said something nasty to disgust anyone who heard it. She didn't remember, but she didn't really mind that. It was better that way anyways.

She sighed softly and lowered the hand to her side, her eyes closing as she remembered killing the bastard.

“You're fucking crazy! Get the hell away from me!”

“Why should? You're the one who wanted this, don't you remember? You wanted to have sex with me in this putrid alley. You gave me something. What was it?”

“I... I don't know. Somebody gave it to me. Said it was real good stuff. Better than that other shit loser kids use to rape high school girls.”

“Is that so. well my dear. Let me show you what happens to those who try and hurt me. As you can see, I'm not a very nice person. I'm even less nice once you've gotten on my bad side. I can't let your actions slide, so I'm just going to have to kill you. Okay?”

“No! Get back you crazy bitch! I'll stab you!” The man pulled a switch blade from his boot, the metal gleaming in the dim light from the street lamp at the end of the alley.

“How cute,” she scoffed. “You brought a knife to a fight? I haven't seen that in years. I might just have to take it so I can play with you. No one will recognize once I'm through. Poor baby.” Her steps were slow and steady as she advanced upon the desperate man. Behind him, he had no escape. She had turned the tables, and she was forcing him back towards the dead end. “Little boys shouldn't play with such sharp objects. They might get hurt.”

She lunged forward, stepping to the side just as the man swung his arm with the blade. She caught his wrist with on hand, her other fist and slamming into his side. The man gasped and she pressed harshly down on his wrist, forcing him to drop the weapon.

“Pathetic. You're so weak. Do you realize that?” She smiled wickedly and lifted a leg, kicking the panting man in the stomach with her boot. She stooped to grasp the handle of the blade in her right hand, the smile still on her painted lips.

“Idiots like you, you're all the same. You act so tough, but in the end you're nothing but a frightened little child. Unfortunately for you, I can let you live. Do you know why?”

“B-because I tr-tried to h-h-hurt you,” he stuttered out.

“That's right. You tried to hurt me, so now you're going to pay the ultimate price. I wouldn't want to set you upon some other unsuspecting victim. It ends now.”

She watched in silence as the frightened man stumbled back, hitting the wall behind him, eyes wide in fear as she slowly stalked towards him, a glint of something malicious in her dark eyes.

“You messed with the wrong person,” she said darkly, stopping roughly three feet from him.

“Give me your hand,” she murmured, stepping closer and closing the gap between them.

Hesitantly, the man did as she said. He had already accepted his fate. The woman before him was either dangerous, insane or a combination of both. He assumed the latter. She was dangerously insane.

“This may hurt a bit,” she said, holding his hand in one of her own gloved hands. The gloves she wore, she'd taken from one of the other ANBU members. Sasori, she thinks. He hadn't objected to her stealing them. He wouldn't get them back anyways. She'd have to burn them. “Try not to scream. I may have to gag you if you do.”

The man's jaw clenched as the fingers of her other hand wrapped around the index of his left hand. Sakaye looked up at him and smiled, moments later twisting the finger in such a way to break the bones. His mouth opened to scream, but before he could Sakaye's hand flew across his face, effectively stopping him. She dropped his hand and ripped a strip of cloth off of the mans sweat drenched, beer stained shirt. She ripped off a large chunk of the material and stuff it into his mouth before wrapping the long strip around his head and tying it behind him.

“I told you not to scream.” Her hands moved and she broke his middle finger. The man screamed through the gag, the sound considerably muffled by it. he screamed each time she broke a finger. She left his thumb alone, and took his other hand, doing the same to it.

Wide eyed, the man stared at her in fear. He could only wonder what she would do to him next. He grunted when she swept his legs out from under him, sending him crashing to the dirty ground. She crouched beside him and ripped more of his shirt. Taking his hands, she bound them together above his head.

She really had no idea why she was doing this, possibly something to do with the drug he'd given her. Drugs always fucked awkwardly with her for some reason, never quite doing what they were supposed to do. Some did, but not all. Whatever the hell this one was supposed to do, obviously wasn't working right. It's possible the man didn't know what it was supposed to do, and he'd given it to her anyways thinking he'd get what he wanted.

Sakaye's hands moved, the blade tearing through the rest of his shirt and cutting it off. She pulled it away and tossed it towards the wall. She didn't care that the blade cut into his skin as she stripped the man. He was going to die anyways so it didn't matter. She glanced at his abdomen, watching blood bubble up in the shallow wounds she had inflicted.

Her hands moved down and she stripped the man of his dirty blue jeans, slicing through them and nicking his legs in the process with the blade. She laughed at the mans undergarments, often fondly referred to as tighty whiteys. She snorted and cut those off as well, leaving the mans short length to the exposed cold air. The body lying on the ground shivered from the cold.

“Time to die a painful death,” Sakaye murmured. She lifted the knife and plunged it deep into his thigh. She was going to prolong this as long as she could. No one would come down this way. She was sure of that.

Tears of pain welled in the man's eyes, silently pleading for her to just end it all. Sakaye shook her head and jerked the blade down, tearing through muscle and veins. Blood seeped out of the wound and dribbled down his dirty thigh to the ground beneath him. Sakaye ripped out the knife and did the same to the other leg.

Her eyes never left his face as she plunged the knife into his stomach and twisted it, pulling it this way and that to tear apart the man's stomach. The man tried to scream through the gag as stomach acid seeped out of his torn stomach and into the rest of his body.

Sakaye took her time shredding the rest of his body. With the intestines, she would knick at the fleshy stuff, scrapping the blade along the inside of it and pulling out bits of it only to drop it somewhere else inside the dying man's body. She left the large intestines in shreds and cut the small intestines into pieces, scattering them throughout the open expanse of the man's innards. Her eyes drifted to the sides of his body, blood seeping from veins and dribbling down his side. She looked back inside and was please to see the mixture of blood and stomach acid swirling around as the body heaved trying to take in air.

She look at the liver and jammed the knife into it, tearing it in half. She watched whatever was inside flood out and mix with the blood and acid. The kidneys followed. The knife dug into those, pulling out and stabbing back in repeatedly. The small organs were riddled with holes.

She looked back at the man's glazed eyes,having some time ago faded out, but still conscious. The pain had become far to great, and he couldn't properly acknowledge it. She lifted a gloved hand and slapped his face harshly.

“Pay attention.” The man's gaze snapped to her as she scooted down a bit. His eyes widened as he felt a glove hand take hold of his scrotum.

She smiled darkly at him as she lowered the bloodied knife. “This may hurt a lot.” She slit partially through the skin before pulling it away. She grasped the bleeding testicles with her gloved hand and ripped them from his body. The man screamed through the gag, writhing and twisting in pain. He struggled to free himself, knowing he could not. This was not how he'd thought he'd die. He would rather she just stab him in the heart and kill him like than to do it this way. His innards were screaming their own pain, and she'd just castrated him. She'd probably cut off his dick next.

It seemed as though she were reading his mind, because he left the gloves grazing across his length, almost sensuously. Almost being the key word. The dim thought that this woman was insane passed through his mind as he felt the tip of the blade pressing into the opening at the end of his penis. His eyes widened in fear. She wouldn't... she wouldn't do it like that would she? No! God please no! She....

He screamed through the gag as the knife was slowly pushed into him, the skin and tissue sliced by the blades sharp edge. To say it was painful would be an understatement. It was excruciatingly painful. He couldn't stop the screaming coming from his throat. He couldn't stop the twisting of his dying body, and he certainly couldn't stop the insane woman that was tearing him apart bit by bit. He willed himself to die, wanting it to end, but it would not. His pain continued even as the knife tore through all the way to the base of his penis, the organ left hanging in two pieces from his body. He screamed in agony as he felt the knife being pushed into one side, moving and slicing through the skin and tissue once more, tearing the half into two. He felt the same happen the other.

His screams had died, his raw and bleeding throat unable to handle it. All he was left with were gasping, soundless screams. “I'm sorry,” he rasped out through the gag, pleading for the woman to end it. “Kill me now. I can't take it. Let me burn in hell.”

“No,” she replied, hearing him clearly. “I will no. I am not done with you yet.”

Leaving the bleeding organ alone, she moved back to his legs, digging the knife into his thigh and tearing easily through flesh and muscle. The knife went back in several times, shredding the bloodied mass of muscle tissues and flesh. She repeated the same act with the other thigh, leaving the thighs to bleed, torn to shreds. Sakaye moved and crouched by his head, reaching for an arm. Her bloodied gloved hand caressed his upper arm.

“Foolish man,” she murmured, digging the blade into the bicep. She tore the arm apart with the knife, leaving it too a quivering mass of bloodied flesh.

His eyes widened in fear when she looked at his face, that wicked and demented smirk returning. “Beautiful eyes,” she whispered, a bloodied glove caressing his cheek. “I should take them, too. I am after all, almost done with you.”

The man clenched his eyes tightly shut, though it was no use. He could feel the fingers of her gloves prying one lid open, the tip of the knife resting just below his eye. “I'll crush these once I've removed them. Or perhaps I'll give them to that cat hiding in the shadows. They would make interesting toys. What do you think?”

The man grunted in response, the cold metal sliding towards his eye. He felt the tip break through the flesh of his eyelid and sink down into his eye socket. He squirmed and writhed, unable to move as Sakaye held his head still. He could feel the blade slicing through nerves and veins, a dry scream tearing from his raw throat before everything went dark. A terrible pain shot through his head as they eye was ripped from the socket, blood spurting from the thin veins.

Sakaye looked at the round bloody thing in her palm, a small smile on her lips. One down, one to go. She tossed the eye towards the shadows, hearing and audible hiss and a dull, almost silent thud as the thing hit the furry creature glowering at her. She smirked and shifted, reaching for the left eye. She pried it open and looked into the fear filled thing.

“Pathetic waste of a human life,” she murmured. “You deserve this you. How many victims have you had, hm? One? Two? More than five? Not that I really want to know, and it no longer matters. Clearly the police force hasn't been doing their job correctly if scum like you is still wandering around. Though, I suppose this could be a lesson to other rapists like you. Don't you agree?”

The man gave a shuddering nod and Sakaye smiled again. She pressed the tip of the knife against the skin of his lower lid. “Good boy,” she murmured. Without warning she plunged the blade straight into his eye, another scream tearing from his throat, muffled by the material stuffed into the orifice. She twisted the knife around in the socket, destroying the eye completely, turning it into a bloodied mass inside his head. She left it there and ripped the knife out, a trail of blood following it and spraying slightly across a pale cheek.

Sakaye smiled wickedly and slapped his cheek harshly. “I suppose I'm done with you.” She rose to her feet and looked down at him. “Honestly, I should have done more. I really should have, but I suppose this is enough, don't you think? Ah well. My companions are looking for me.” She leaned down and tapped his cheek with a bloody glove. “See you in hell,” she said, plunging the knife through his ribs and into his heart.

She rose and turned away, a dark smile of satisfaction on her lips as she strode towards a trashcan. She pulled the gloves off and threw them aside, pulling a lighter from her boot. Looking down at the can filled with paper and other refuse, she lit the edge of one sheet, watching as it caught fire and slowly began to spread, surrounding sheets catching the flames and lighting up with it. She stood back a few paces and watched the flames spread across the opening, burning everything on that first layer.

She watched as the gloves finally began to burn, and everything slowly sunk down as the flames engulfed everything within the metal can. She would make sure nothing remained but the ashes. She couldn't have the worthless authorities discovering the gloves now could she? Of course not. That wouldn't be good at all.

Minutes passed before the flames eventually began to die with nothing left to consume within the can. She waited until the last of the flames dwindled away, embers jumping up before the glowing finally died out. She lifted a foot and kicked the can over, watching as ashes spewed forth in a light dusting. Still using her foot, she tilted the can up and dumped everything onto the wet ground. Hr booted foot connected harshly with the side and she set it rolling towards the end of the alley, a metal crash sounding as it hit another can. She crouched down and blew at the ashes, sending more of dust up into the air. A satisfied grin passed her lips when she found the gloves had sufficiently burned, leaving not much of anything behind except perhaps bits of the leather, but even those small bits would be hard to get DNA from, for surely the flames had scorched the leather enough to mostly erase anything that had been left behind.

Sakaye smiled wickedly and rose, long strides taking her to the mouth of the alley where she was greeted by one of her subordinates and her partner.

She smiled and lifted a finger to her lips. “It's a secret,” she said, her voice almost a whisper. She knew she was already losing it, though she probably already had once she'd begun to kill the bastard. She never did know how the man's blood had gotten onto her body, nor did she wonder how her clothes had become somewhat torn.

She vaguely remembered Zabuza and Sasori leading her away form the alley, and guiding her into the where they sat her in a chair and tied her to it. She didn't resist them. They were doing what was best for her. She knew that. Her head turned and she watched the pair as they left the truck, closing the doors as soon as they were out.

“It was fun,” she commented to no one, perhaps herself. She didn't know. No one else was with her in the vehicle, so it didn't matter. She didn't know she wouldn't remember the rest of the night, and she didn't know she would really see the looks on the faces of her 'friends' and the children present inside her home once she returned. She didn't know that she would never be told.

“Probably not one of my best decisions,” she mumbled to herself, rolling over onto her stomach. “Always knew there was something wrong with me.” She frowned and pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, staring at her pillow a moment before sitting back on her legs. “Fuck it all. I'm as screwed up as the rest of them. They just know how to control themselves.”

She flopped over and pushed her legs over the edge of the bed. She slid forward and rolled onto her back before pulling herself up to a sitting a position. She glanced at her sheets and frowned. Oh joy. They were covered in blood that was clearly not her own.

With another frown, she rose to her feet and staggered towards the bathroom connected to her room. Disregarding the fact that she had no clean clothes with her or any towels, she shoved open the door and stepped inside, slamming it shut behind her before stumbling over to the shower stall. She slid the glass door open and reached for the knobs, turning the water on. She stepped back and began to strip, tossing the torn and bloody clothes into the waste basket. She'd have to burn them, probably, but she didn't mind. They weren't important anyways.

She lifted her hands and freed the rest of her dark hair from the ties still holding it up. Clump of it stuck together form gel and hair spray, the rest of it falling gracelessly around her head. She looked down at her body, only slightly amused that her skin wasn't completely covered in the bastards blood. Just her hands, part of her arms and legs. She was glad for at least that.

She yawned and stepped into the shower, sliding the glass door shut behind her and moved under the spray of water, letting it wash away the dried blood on her scarred skin. She tilted her head and watched as it slowly washed away with the hot liquid beating against her skin. Her hands moved and she rubbed at her hands, more of the dried stuff coming free and falling to the tiled floor beneath her, washing down the drain. She watched as the red tinted clear liquid swirled around the drain before going through.

Hot showers always felt nice, she mused as she bent to scrub the blood from her legs with her nails. She left small scratches on her legs as she wiped the blood away, the water helping to remove it. The sooner she was clean, the saner she would feel.

There was no way in hell she was leaving her room though. She felt like something bad had happened after returning last night. She was not going to be able to deal with any of that shit right now. She needed to be alone to wallow in the misery of her pitiful existence. She ought to be allowed that much at least.

Perhaps later when she felt sane she'd venture from her room and attempt to fix whatever damage it was that she'd wrought upon the people close to her. Though she supposed that wouldn't be possible if she didn't find out what she'd done. She just vaguely remembered a look of horror on Sasuke's face, and that was all. She didn't remember anything else. She didn't expect to.

TBC...