Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Unexpected Circumstances ❯ Torture ( Chapter 7 )

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Chapter 7

 

Torture

 

`Sakura…' His eyes slowly opened. He had been stripped of his mask and headband. He felt bare, as if the whole world could see him. He had never felt this weak and it was something he hated straightaway.

 

The first thing that came to his senses was the stench of rotting flesh and a fetid smell that almost made him gag. He began to breathe through his mouth, the smell diminishing. The air was stale; he could feel that he was underground. The next thing that came to his senses was the numbness of his limbs. He could feel the cold bite of metal around his ankles, wrists, and neck. His skin was chafed in most places.

 

He could hear scuffling, most likely from rats. The sound of a rattling chain and a groan came from the other side of the room. With a heavy neck Kakashi slowly raised his head. His eyes adjusted to the dimness of the chamber. Across from him was his teammates, all chained to the wall. They looked worse off than he was by the sight of their ripped and bruised flesh.

 

He tried calling out to them but his throat clogged. He felt as if he hadn't drank anything in a month. His stomach was knotted with pain. He cleared his throat softly, his voice beginning to come back, if only a little. “Okay?…” he whispered, his voice hoarse.

 

Genma raised his head, a pained scowl on his bloody face. “Kakashi. You're awake.”

 

Kakashi grunted. “What happened?”

 

Shikamaru raised his head; the least hurt of the other two. “They tortured us. We didn't give anything away. They're waiting for you to wake up to do the same to you.”

 

Kakashi nodded. He had already figured this out. So the worse was yet to come? A smug grin crossed his features. “They can try. Do you know who is behind this?”

 

Anko raised her head. She had a long gash on the right side of her face. “The bastard is more sadistic than Orochimaru ever was. His subordinates call him the War God.” Anko scoffed, a dry chuckle escaping her parched throat. “I'd say he's a coward. He's yet to show his face.”

 

Genma coughed, blood fell from his mouth. “They damned nearly killed us. I've never been tortured like that before. I pity you, Kakashi.”

 

Kakashi pulled against his chains. It was no use. He didn't have the strength to break them, he doubted Sakura could if she was in his state. He opened his Sharingan. Pain, intense, hot agony stabbed through his eye. Apparently these Oto-nin were more intelligent than he had first believed. They had injected some type of drug into his system that rendered his Sharingan powerless.

 

All four shinobi jerked their heads up when the sound of footsteps became discernable to their ears. From under the bolted doorway came a shadow as whoever was on the other side pushed a key into the lock. Kakashi remained aloof but wary as the enemy entered the room. Takakouro stood before him, a sadistic twist to his thin lips. Kakashi's heart beat faster as he remembered the bastards' words about Sakura from before.

 

He strained against his chains, making the metal cut deeper into his hands and neck. He had never acted like this around anyone before.

 

Takakouro reached up with a syringe in his hand. “It's no use. You can't break those chains. They're immune to chakra.”

 

Kakashi stopped struggling. “Is that so?”

 

Takakouro pushed the needle into Kakashi's upper arm. Kakashi didn't feel as thing as his arms were numb. His eyes widened before he slowly began to lose consciousness.

 

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Kakashi awoke, better orientated than he was before. He quickly squelched the throbbing in his limbs. He would deal with that pain later. He opened his eyes to slits, glancing at his surroundings with disdain. He was in a dim room, tied to a chair with his hands behind his back. A chain was wrapped around his body, the same chain that had bound him in the dungeon. He knew it was useless to try and break it so he stayed still.

 

A guard stood by the door, arms crossed over his massive chest. Kakashi noted the tattoo of a sun with a sword through it on the man's right arm, possibly the symbol of the new leader. The man turned and opened the door. A man entered, his height nearly that of Jiriaya. Kakashi cursed himself for not noticed the presence of the man sooner. His senses were failing him, most likely due to the drug that had administered to him.

 

Kakashi observed the new presence with a droopy-eyed stare. Black hair reached to the middle of his back, red streaks throughout it. He had angled features; his eyes were yellow slits. He was dressed all in black except for a yellow sash around his waist. He wore his headband around his upper right arm. On his back was strapped a sword like that which Zabuza had once had. This was the leader of sound? The feared man who had captured him and his comrades?

 

A sad smile graced the features of the man before him. “Sorry for the inconvenience. My men are always harsh. Do tell, how are you feeling?”

 

Kakashi kept the disgust and annoyance from his features. “Just fine, and you?” Kakashi found it amusing that this man was trying to make idle conversation to him when he was strapped to a chair. But it was easier to go along with his charade.

 

The man began to circle Kakashi, a hand under his chin. “Good, good. My I've never seen a specimen like you in a long time. You're the third ranked in your village, am I correct?”

 

Kakashi relaxed further in his chair. “Who knows. Kids grow faster these days.”

 

“True. Oh, how rude of me. I forgot to introduce myself.” The man stopped in front of Kakashi, an apologetic smile on his features. “I am Yasutoki Miwa.”

 

Kakashi's eyes widened before he quickly hid his expression. Yasutoki, a man that was known as the Great Actor, an unusual shinobi in the ninja world. Kakashi had heard a few rumors about him. He was legendary among the Oto-nin, almost as much as Orochimaru was. He was known for being able to act civil and friendly with his enemies. But after he had loosened their faculties with kind words and monotonous talk he would pounce like a tiger.

 

Kakashi knew this but he wouldn't give his thoughts away. Damn this man for taking him and his comrades. Sakura would be devastated. The news had probably already reached Konoha that they were dead. With an instinctively tightening of his fists Kakashi smiled back at the man. “You already know who I am. So, how about we skip the formalities.”

 

Yasutoki nodded in acquiesce. “Very well. Let's get down to business, shall we? I heard that you had come here to, what was that…to gather information? I'm known as a civil man so, what is it that you would like to know?”

 

Kakashi mentally sneered at such a display of acting. “My comrades and I were merely interested in your landscape, not much can surpass the beauty of Rock.”

 

Yasutoki nodded. “True, very true. But surely you didn't just come here for sightseeing. Four high class shinobi on a vacation to Sound. Somehow I find that very unlikely. Come now, we're all friends here. What else did you come for?”

 

Kakashi analyzed the situation quickly. He couldn't break free from his bonds, so escaping was out of the question. If he kept playing this game then things would start to get out of hand, and he couldn't afford to put his comrades and his life in more jeopardy. So the only thing left to do was to tell the truth. Or at least, as close to the truth as Kakashi could get.

 

“Oh well you see. We were on our way home when we suddenly ran into these troublesome ninja. Surely you can understand that.” Kakashi mentally smirked when Yasutoki's brows furrowed.

 

“Well, that is very true. But there's still something missing. Perhaps you need to be persuaded, hm?”

 

A fist came out of no where. All Kakashi could do was sit and take the brunt of it. His head snapped back, a sickening crunch heard. Kakashi lifted his head, ignoring his cracked jaw in favor of smiling joyously at Yasutoki. “Is that your form of persuasion?”

 

Yasutoki returned the smile, though Kakashi could see that it was beginning to falter. “Very well, perhaps I should use a different method.”

 

Kakashi was prepared this time when Yasutoki came for him. He jerked his chair sideways, the fist that was aimed for his chest bypassing him and instead hitting the chain. Kakashi balanced on two legs of the chair before he dropped back. His smile widened with Yasutoki pulled back.

 

“A very wise man, aren't you Hatake? Well, it's a shame really. And here I was hoping to be good friends with you.” Yasutoki's face crumbled from a joyous smile to a ragged snarl. “I suppose it can't be helped.”

 

With a speed only seen a few times in Kakashi's lifetime, a fist came hurtling at his stomach. This time he wasn't able to avoid the hit. He gasped but managed to stay upright. Blood trickled from his lips. Another blow hit his collarbone, it was cracked. Kakashi grit his teeth as the onslaught continued. He could handle this; hand blows were nothing new to him.

 

Kakashi was beginning to believe he could make it through this barely harmed when Yasutoki pulled out a short jagged kunai from his belt. He held it in front of Kakashi's face, caressing the skin on his face. “Have you had enough?”

 

Kakashi stared defiantly into Yasutoki's eyes, his determination evident. With a wicked twist of his lips Yasutoki slid the blade across Kakashi's right cheek. The kunai pierced his skin, a gash being left behind about an inch long. Blood poured down his face to be soaked up by his tattered vest. His arm was the next victim, and then his stomach until Kakashi couldn't tell where he was being cut. With glazed eyes Kakashi could see Yasutoki becoming frustrated. `Not much longer.'

 

Yasutoki pulled back after seeing that Kakashi wasn't going to say anything. He felt some satisfaction at being able to hurt this man so badly when he was almost considered legendary throughout Japan. An idea suddenly clicked in his malicious mind. He wiped his blade on a cloth that was handed to him by, Yajima, the guard.

 

Kakashi weakly held his head up, though he wouldn't let Yasutoki see through his disguise. Suspicion shot through him when Yasutoki bent over him, his lips next to his ear. “You know Hatake, I've heard some interesting things about your life. I never would have pegged you for a marrying man. But sometimes the most known can surprise you every once in a while.” Yasutoki switched to his other ear as he circled around him. “Your wife, what was her name again? Oh yes…” a sadistic smirk crossed his features. “Sakura.”

 

Kakashi held himself with baited breath as Yasutoki continued. “It's no wonder you picked such a beauty. Courageous, smart, strong, and delicious. I'm surprised you didn't take her sooner.”

 

Yasutoki pulled back as he continued, watching Kakashi's body beginning to tense. “Oh yes. She was a pretty thing when she was twelve. You must have had your way with her then, did you not?”

 

Kakashi refused to rise to the bait, his eyes closing in concentration.

 

“You know, I wouldn't doubt it if that Uchiha had already had her before you were married. It's a shame really. She only played you for a fool. A pathetic fool just to get back at you for not training her like your other two students. She's happy you're gone. She's hoping you'll never return.” Yasutoki licked his lips slowly. Kakashi picked up on the sound with his sensitive hearing. “Oh yes. Once I'm finished with you and Konoha Sakura will be in my hands.”

 

Yasutoki began to circle Kakashi, his words coming slower. “She'll give herself to me. I'll ravish her as I hear her screams of pleasure as I rape her, again and again…”

 

Kakashi opened his raging eyes. He lunged for Yasutoki but couldn't get far for the chain wrapped around him. He snarled, a growl escaping from his throat. “Go to hell, you bastard!”

 

Yasutoki laughed, the sound fueling the rage inside Kakashi. “Oh no, Hatake. You're precious Sakura will go to hell. She'll go to hell with me!” He brought his hand down on Kakashi's neck.

 

Kakashi's eyes slowly lowered. An image of Sakura materialized before him. She was smiling at him. Her large jade eyes were filled with love. She held her hand out towards him. `I'm coming for you, Kakashi-kun. I love you…'

 

He sagged forward, knocked unconscious.

 

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Next Time: Sakura finds out that Kakashi is still alive. Will she make it in time? Or will Kakashi die before she is able to reach him?

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Hello once again everyone! I've finally gotten this chapter done. It took me longer than expected, but I've been working on my art. XD I've been researching torture techniques in Japan but I wasn't able to find anything that would be useful. So I made my own torture up. Sorry if it was a little…mundane.

 

Well, there are only a few more chapters to go. I know I said that I would have 15 chapters but I was able to shorten it down to 10 or 11. I was going to have a war, but I don't think I will now.

 

Well, that's all for now. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, so look for the next one soon!