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Ch. 2
What's up, everybody!! I am amazed at the positive reviews I've gotten so far! To Sasuke, I would never have that little cutie do all those bad things! But I'm sure by the end of this chapter, you'll know who it is. It just made sense to me. To let you all know, the idea for this fic came to me while I was in class (all ideas always come when you can't put it on the hard drive right away, huh?) I had to put that in the first chapter, but I figured that I'd tease folks a little first. But trust me, naughty things are coming! ^_^
Well, here's chapter two, and...man, I simply have to get back to the GW fic!!! *Runs to the next section in panic* Enjoy! EM
Ch. 2
The trio walked into Tsunade’s office, Naruto still cursing out his sensei and friend for walking in on them. When they walked in, they saw Tsunade looking at them.
“Wow, were you expecting us, Tsunade-san?” Kakashi asked.
“I knew you were coming; hell, I can hear loud-mouth there half-way down the hall.” she said.
“Hey!” Naruto pouted, “That’s mean!”
“Just callin’ it like I see it, blondie,” she smiled. “Well, I had Kakashi bring you guys here first before you start your shift, because I wanted you to come to the hospital with me.”
“Why, is there a lead in the case?” Sakura asked.
The Godaime stood, placing her hat on her head, and let go a soft sigh. She had been going to the hospital nearly everyday not just because she was a medic-nin, but also to see if the survivors would be able to provide any leads in clues. She walked past them, telling them to follow.
When they made it to the hospital, she told them that one of the first victims that claimed to have seen a ‘vision of red’ had finally came around after being out of it for nearly a month. The victim was a chunin, who was assaulted on the way home from her shift of patrolling.
“This is a breakthrough!” Naruto chirped. “Now we’ll have some idea who this sick bastard is!”
‘Even so, you won’t like who it is, especially your boyfriend there,’ the 5th Hokage thought solemnly.
They walked onto the second floor, where most of the victims were kept. There were pairs of ANBU members at each door, and one was inside each room. Halfway down the hall, they stepped into room 215. The room was white and sterile, and gave the blonde demon carrier the creeps. An ANBU member in a cat mask was standing next to the patient’s bed, engaging her in light conversation. He stood and bowed at their approach.
“Could you step out for a moment? We would like to question Tara.” Tsunade asked.
“Yes ma’am,” he bowed and left.
“How are you, Tara? Doing fine today? Are you having any discomfort or pain?” Tsunade asked.
“I’m okay, Hokage-sama, just have spells of sharp headaches from time-to-time,” Tara said. “I was lucky that the pain from my body left me while I was still unconscious. I take it you’re here to question me again this time in front of Team 7. Are you sure it’s okay?”
“Yes, it’s fine,” Kakashi said. “We’re curious as to why our leader wants us here, too.”
Tara took a deep breath, and began to tell her story.
“I was walking home from my shift, at around 0530. I was very tired, sorry to say, from me being on…*ahem*…my period. I was in a hurry to get home and sleep, and wasn’t aware of my surroundings.
“I had walked past some of the shops, you know, where they had a lot of passages between them, when all of a sudden, a shuriken struck me in the shoulder. There must have been a sleeping potion on it, because I collapsed. I vaguely remember being carried, because I felt the air whizzing by my ears, and the rooftops were blurry in my vision. “
At this point, she grabbed the glass of water off of the night stand next to her, drank, and set it down. She took in a shaky breath before she continued….
“I was awakened by a hard slap to my face; I couldn’t see his face, but…the tone…of his voice was so menacing, that when he spoke, I felt chills….”
****”Wake up, bitch, I want you awake so you can feel everything that I’m about to do to you.” The man’s voice growled.
The chills ran down her spine, jerking her completely awake. She realized that she was tied up into a leather sex swing hanging from the ceiling. She was mostly hanging for now, but she noted that her legs were tied to the other end of the swing, and her legs were spread, making her aware that she was naked.
“Don’t you look cute,” the man purred. “I had a taste for some pussy today, and I like your ass and tits.” He reached down and roughly pushed finger inside her folds, making the woman grit her teeth. “Ooh, and you’re shaved, too. This should be fun.”
Before she knew it, he landed a kick to her side, knocking the air from her lungs. Dizzy, she barely recovered before she was punched full in the face. She screamed aloud, the vibrations shooting pain through her nose; it was broken from the hit.
The man laughed coldly; she looked up at the man, into his dark eyes, the only thing that was uncovered. When she managed to speak, she spat out the blood from her mouth. “Why are you doing this, you bastard?! Why are you terrorizing an entire village?!” she yelled nasally.
A hand shot out and wrapped around her throat, choking her. Just when she thought she’d black out, he lessened his grip, and she coughed and gasped for air. The room itself was dark, but she could tell what ever it was he was wearing was dark as well. He had long, dark, shaggy hair, and judging from his build, he was very strong. Under different circumstances, if this fucker wasn’t such a nut job, she would have considered talking to him had she met his ass in a bar, Tara had thought idly.
His back to her, he turned around, and she saw that he had on a shirt with a huge turtle neck. His eyes looked like he barely got any sleep, there were prominent lines coming down from the corner of his eyes. He walked towards her, unzipping his pants as he did so.
“I’ll answer your question, nosy bitch, before I fuck you senseless: because I wanted to come back and fuck with everyone’s heads here in this goddamn village. Everybody looked to damn happy, carefree; I wanted to scare everyone shitless and have some good fucks while I’m at it.” His dark eyes crinkled into a demented smile.
“I noticed the sex part,” Tara growled, sounding nasal through the broken bones in her nose. “You’ve been hitting everyone except the academy students and the ANBU members. But then again, I’m sure you know better than to mess with them.”
The man laughed, loud and maniacal. “Ah, you chunin bitch, I’m….WAY FUCKIN’ STRONGER---“he yelled for an instant—“than any of these chumps here! I used to be one, long ago, and it seems as if they let anyone wear the masks now. But as for fucking with one, I’m biding my time, ‘cause when I do get my hands on one—male or female, it makes no difference—I’m gonna fuck with them in such a way that it will strike fear in them for a long, long, time!” he hissed.
He was now standing in front of her, and he reached up for something, and pulled. The swing rose up, and it spread her legs apart even more. Poor Tara felt something nudge her puckered entrance, and she started to panic.
“AHHH, NO, NOT THERE!!! PLEASE!” she shouted. She kicked her legs at him, but to no avail; they were spread too wide in order to allow him access.
In response, he punched her in the lower stomach near her genitals, and ribs, dangerously close to cracking them. When she gasped for air, he kissed her roughly, biting her lips and tasting the blood in her mouth.
“Mmm, I love the taste of blood, I can't get over it,” he purred. He shoved in her dry, to the hilt, burning her insides. He thrusted in the poor chunin in a merciless rhythm. Tara’s shrill scream of agony would have been heard anywhere else, but where the stranger chose to hide, had been abandoned long ago. There weren’t even any resident buildings nearby; there was a low wall, acting as a marking boundary surrounding the area and the place they were actually in was near the rear of where they were located, close to the protective wall that surrounded the village. It was closed off completely.
He grabbed her throat and smiled, and pulled out roughly, letting the girl have a small reprieve before he plunged into her folds, still sore from his punch. He didn’t care that she was dry, due to her being frightened beyond belief. The blood from her virginal opening joined the blood from her torn rectum on the wooden floor.
“Oh, you were a virgin? I really lucked out today!” he laughed. He continued to pound into her, and he grabbed her breasts, sucking on them hard, and leaving deep bites that drew even more blood. He came inside her, and then pulled out of her, grinning.
Tara’s head had fallen back; she stopped screaming awhile ago, throat dry and hurting. Tears fell along her temples, and her body shook as she cried. She felt hands around her throat, forcing her to face him.
Then, she stared in horror as her eyes were filled with a vision of red. But just before her eyes fell onto his, they noticed a dull forehead protector. ‘Huh, it’s the leaf,’ she thought foggily as her mind sank deeper and deeper. ‘But why is that huge scratch there?’
In her mind, it was as if she were in some type of hell, being tortured. She saw things so terrifying, she soon blacked out. ******
“And that’s pretty much what I remembered before I saw the redness. I felt like I was in one long, horrific nightmare,” Tara said teary-eyed, voice quivering. She was shaking from having to relive those moments again.
“That’s fine, Tara, you did very well,” Tsunade said quietly. She glanced over to Team 7, and saw different reactions:
Naruto’s eyes were big as saucers, tanned face paling; Sakura had collapsed onto the floor mouth open in shock, Kakashi’s one exposed eye was wide, but Sasuke had a look of pure anger. He was shaking, fists clenched so tightly that blood was starting to peek out from them, oozing over his knuckles.
“Godaime,” he said in a low, menacing voice…
Just then, Tara thought her assailant was back in the room. She screamed when she heard the young man’s voice and tried to run out of the room. Naruto and Sakura rushed to either side to try to keep her in the bed. The raven-haired boy, on the other hand, didn’t move. He was still staring at Tsunade.
The blonde woman sighed; that was more than enough proof.
“You mean…to fuckin’ tell me...” he growled low, “…that the person doing this is…”
“I’m afraid so, Sasuke. It’s Itachi that’s doing this.” She walked until she stood directly in front of him.
“This shitty situation just took a turn for the worse,” she said.
Well, here's chapter two, and...man, I simply have to get back to the GW fic!!! *Runs to the next section in panic* Enjoy! EM
Ch. 2
The trio walked into Tsunade’s office, Naruto still cursing out his sensei and friend for walking in on them. When they walked in, they saw Tsunade looking at them.
“Wow, were you expecting us, Tsunade-san?” Kakashi asked.
“I knew you were coming; hell, I can hear loud-mouth there half-way down the hall.” she said.
“Hey!” Naruto pouted, “That’s mean!”
“Just callin’ it like I see it, blondie,” she smiled. “Well, I had Kakashi bring you guys here first before you start your shift, because I wanted you to come to the hospital with me.”
“Why, is there a lead in the case?” Sakura asked.
The Godaime stood, placing her hat on her head, and let go a soft sigh. She had been going to the hospital nearly everyday not just because she was a medic-nin, but also to see if the survivors would be able to provide any leads in clues. She walked past them, telling them to follow.
When they made it to the hospital, she told them that one of the first victims that claimed to have seen a ‘vision of red’ had finally came around after being out of it for nearly a month. The victim was a chunin, who was assaulted on the way home from her shift of patrolling.
“This is a breakthrough!” Naruto chirped. “Now we’ll have some idea who this sick bastard is!”
‘Even so, you won’t like who it is, especially your boyfriend there,’ the 5th Hokage thought solemnly.
They walked onto the second floor, where most of the victims were kept. There were pairs of ANBU members at each door, and one was inside each room. Halfway down the hall, they stepped into room 215. The room was white and sterile, and gave the blonde demon carrier the creeps. An ANBU member in a cat mask was standing next to the patient’s bed, engaging her in light conversation. He stood and bowed at their approach.
“Could you step out for a moment? We would like to question Tara.” Tsunade asked.
“Yes ma’am,” he bowed and left.
“How are you, Tara? Doing fine today? Are you having any discomfort or pain?” Tsunade asked.
“I’m okay, Hokage-sama, just have spells of sharp headaches from time-to-time,” Tara said. “I was lucky that the pain from my body left me while I was still unconscious. I take it you’re here to question me again this time in front of Team 7. Are you sure it’s okay?”
“Yes, it’s fine,” Kakashi said. “We’re curious as to why our leader wants us here, too.”
Tara took a deep breath, and began to tell her story.
“I was walking home from my shift, at around 0530. I was very tired, sorry to say, from me being on…*ahem*…my period. I was in a hurry to get home and sleep, and wasn’t aware of my surroundings.
“I had walked past some of the shops, you know, where they had a lot of passages between them, when all of a sudden, a shuriken struck me in the shoulder. There must have been a sleeping potion on it, because I collapsed. I vaguely remember being carried, because I felt the air whizzing by my ears, and the rooftops were blurry in my vision. “
At this point, she grabbed the glass of water off of the night stand next to her, drank, and set it down. She took in a shaky breath before she continued….
“I was awakened by a hard slap to my face; I couldn’t see his face, but…the tone…of his voice was so menacing, that when he spoke, I felt chills….”
****”Wake up, bitch, I want you awake so you can feel everything that I’m about to do to you.” The man’s voice growled.
The chills ran down her spine, jerking her completely awake. She realized that she was tied up into a leather sex swing hanging from the ceiling. She was mostly hanging for now, but she noted that her legs were tied to the other end of the swing, and her legs were spread, making her aware that she was naked.
“Don’t you look cute,” the man purred. “I had a taste for some pussy today, and I like your ass and tits.” He reached down and roughly pushed finger inside her folds, making the woman grit her teeth. “Ooh, and you’re shaved, too. This should be fun.”
Before she knew it, he landed a kick to her side, knocking the air from her lungs. Dizzy, she barely recovered before she was punched full in the face. She screamed aloud, the vibrations shooting pain through her nose; it was broken from the hit.
The man laughed coldly; she looked up at the man, into his dark eyes, the only thing that was uncovered. When she managed to speak, she spat out the blood from her mouth. “Why are you doing this, you bastard?! Why are you terrorizing an entire village?!” she yelled nasally.
A hand shot out and wrapped around her throat, choking her. Just when she thought she’d black out, he lessened his grip, and she coughed and gasped for air. The room itself was dark, but she could tell what ever it was he was wearing was dark as well. He had long, dark, shaggy hair, and judging from his build, he was very strong. Under different circumstances, if this fucker wasn’t such a nut job, she would have considered talking to him had she met his ass in a bar, Tara had thought idly.
His back to her, he turned around, and she saw that he had on a shirt with a huge turtle neck. His eyes looked like he barely got any sleep, there were prominent lines coming down from the corner of his eyes. He walked towards her, unzipping his pants as he did so.
“I’ll answer your question, nosy bitch, before I fuck you senseless: because I wanted to come back and fuck with everyone’s heads here in this goddamn village. Everybody looked to damn happy, carefree; I wanted to scare everyone shitless and have some good fucks while I’m at it.” His dark eyes crinkled into a demented smile.
“I noticed the sex part,” Tara growled, sounding nasal through the broken bones in her nose. “You’ve been hitting everyone except the academy students and the ANBU members. But then again, I’m sure you know better than to mess with them.”
The man laughed, loud and maniacal. “Ah, you chunin bitch, I’m….WAY FUCKIN’ STRONGER---“he yelled for an instant—“than any of these chumps here! I used to be one, long ago, and it seems as if they let anyone wear the masks now. But as for fucking with one, I’m biding my time, ‘cause when I do get my hands on one—male or female, it makes no difference—I’m gonna fuck with them in such a way that it will strike fear in them for a long, long, time!” he hissed.
He was now standing in front of her, and he reached up for something, and pulled. The swing rose up, and it spread her legs apart even more. Poor Tara felt something nudge her puckered entrance, and she started to panic.
“AHHH, NO, NOT THERE!!! PLEASE!” she shouted. She kicked her legs at him, but to no avail; they were spread too wide in order to allow him access.
In response, he punched her in the lower stomach near her genitals, and ribs, dangerously close to cracking them. When she gasped for air, he kissed her roughly, biting her lips and tasting the blood in her mouth.
“Mmm, I love the taste of blood, I can't get over it,” he purred. He shoved in her dry, to the hilt, burning her insides. He thrusted in the poor chunin in a merciless rhythm. Tara’s shrill scream of agony would have been heard anywhere else, but where the stranger chose to hide, had been abandoned long ago. There weren’t even any resident buildings nearby; there was a low wall, acting as a marking boundary surrounding the area and the place they were actually in was near the rear of where they were located, close to the protective wall that surrounded the village. It was closed off completely.
He grabbed her throat and smiled, and pulled out roughly, letting the girl have a small reprieve before he plunged into her folds, still sore from his punch. He didn’t care that she was dry, due to her being frightened beyond belief. The blood from her virginal opening joined the blood from her torn rectum on the wooden floor.
“Oh, you were a virgin? I really lucked out today!” he laughed. He continued to pound into her, and he grabbed her breasts, sucking on them hard, and leaving deep bites that drew even more blood. He came inside her, and then pulled out of her, grinning.
Tara’s head had fallen back; she stopped screaming awhile ago, throat dry and hurting. Tears fell along her temples, and her body shook as she cried. She felt hands around her throat, forcing her to face him.
Then, she stared in horror as her eyes were filled with a vision of red. But just before her eyes fell onto his, they noticed a dull forehead protector. ‘Huh, it’s the leaf,’ she thought foggily as her mind sank deeper and deeper. ‘But why is that huge scratch there?’
In her mind, it was as if she were in some type of hell, being tortured. She saw things so terrifying, she soon blacked out. ******
“And that’s pretty much what I remembered before I saw the redness. I felt like I was in one long, horrific nightmare,” Tara said teary-eyed, voice quivering. She was shaking from having to relive those moments again.
“That’s fine, Tara, you did very well,” Tsunade said quietly. She glanced over to Team 7, and saw different reactions:
Naruto’s eyes were big as saucers, tanned face paling; Sakura had collapsed onto the floor mouth open in shock, Kakashi’s one exposed eye was wide, but Sasuke had a look of pure anger. He was shaking, fists clenched so tightly that blood was starting to peek out from them, oozing over his knuckles.
“Godaime,” he said in a low, menacing voice…
Just then, Tara thought her assailant was back in the room. She screamed when she heard the young man’s voice and tried to run out of the room. Naruto and Sakura rushed to either side to try to keep her in the bed. The raven-haired boy, on the other hand, didn’t move. He was still staring at Tsunade.
The blonde woman sighed; that was more than enough proof.
“You mean…to fuckin’ tell me...” he growled low, “…that the person doing this is…”
“I’m afraid so, Sasuke. It’s Itachi that’s doing this.” She walked until she stood directly in front of him.
“This shitty situation just took a turn for the worse,” she said.