11Awakening, she stretched her arms as far as the chain would allow her to, then mussed up her dark brown hair. She looked towards where the door was, but in the darkness she couldn't even make out an outline. She quickly activated her blood trait, and just as quickly turned it off. No point in wasting chakra at this time.
She stood up, and paced, minding where she put the chair. The smoker hadn't returned in a while, but that didn't really mean anything. She hadn't noticed the first time around, but she tried to remember the room as she with her trait activated. There were water bottles. Had she really slept that long?
"Can I even train like this?" She asked, to no one in particular. She gripped the chain in each hand, and tugged them as far apart as she could, straining her wrists as she did so. "I didn't think so…" She chuckled. "Probably would break the chain… Or my wrists." She wondered for a small while if they had reinforced the chain with chakra, or if it was made especially for dealing with ninjas in the first place.
She sat back on her bed, and chewed the nails on her right hand, absentmindedly. She retracted her hand once she realized what she was doing, and pulled at the hem of her shirt. Frantically, she pulled her shirt up slightly, and peered under. "Oh God. What a scare." 'Underwear: check.'
Normally she wouldn't voice her opinions, or talk much, but she was apprehensive about this whole situation, and it was starting to affect her. The normally calm, quiet ninja was starting to freak out. The same questions were running through her head, not allowing her mind to ease even a bit. Had Rao and the higher-ups of the company been notified about her abduction? No, of course not. She had had to travel quite a distance from Sunagakure, which would require at least a couple days to and back. If she were lucky they'd be notified within two days or so, though by then, she could be dead for all they knew.
Suddenly, lights had flooded the room, blinding her. She didn't panic, but instead sat stiffly on the bed. Was someone coming in? She hadn't heard anything before the lights had burned her eyes into the back of her sockets.
The door was unlocked, and ajar, and near it stood a dark figure in a red and black cloak. Long brown-black hair disappeared under the cloak, but she couldn't make out a face.
Lights dimmed as the mysterious person closed the door, revealing a familiar face to her. Konohagakure's very own Itachi Uchiha. The door was shut completely, and both blood traits were activated. She soon flung herself at him, managing to bring the chain over his head, and locking her arms around him. He slowly brought his arms up, not sure about this situation, and wrapped them around her mid-section. The girl smiled against his shoulder, and squeezed tighter, before releasing him, and grinning like an idiot.
"I wasn't sure I'd see you again after—"She shook her head, "It's been a while. How come you never wrote me?" He bowed his head, facial features unmoving. A hand rested on his shoulder, her grin broke, and faded into a sweet smile. "Um… It's okay though. I've heard rumors about you over the years." Itachi looked up again, and closed his eyes. He deactivated his Sharingan, and looked her dead in the eye. "I only live for you and Sasuke." She laughed, and shook her head.
"That's not what I meant at all. I meant to say that I wasn't worrying too much about you, if you were wondering. I heard rumors you were alive." He nodded, understanding now. She'd only meant about his well-being, nothing more. He should've known, that she'd always been quite worrisome when it came to people close to her. Always put close ones ahead of herself.
"Have you heard from Sasu-chan?" His expression almost changed at her pet name for him, but he kept it in check. He replied, "No. We're not exactly on speaking terms." She laughed outright at that comment, because that's what you do when an Uchiha cracks a joke. You don't question it, you just laugh. "Mm… Do you think he'll like me?" He shrugged, eyebrows rising slightly.
She chewed her bottom lip, but before she had the chance to say anything Itachi started, "Kei, don't worry. You are safe here, do you understand? Leader won't do anything to you now that he knows who you are. Though, he was very displeased to hear about you." She nodded briskly, and swallowed trying to sooth her drying throat.
"The uh… The smoker, what's his name?" She asked. She wanted to know who was checking on her from now until whenever they released her. He inhaled, before responding. "Hidan." Kei faced the floor, licking her lips.
Hidan? The name sounded so familiar, she knew the answer was on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't quite yet figure it out. She shook her head, and asked another question, "Who's the other guy?" Quickly he answered, "Kakuzu." She knew this place now, and could now place a face with that name.
A sudden chill swept over her, and she flung herself at Itachi, letting his warmth soak into her. "Ma, Itachi? I can have my clothes back, right?" There was slight pause, and his eyebrows furrowed. "No." She pulled away from him, and looked on at him with feign horror. "Ita-chan plans to watch me walk around only wearing a shirt?" He didn't know how to respond to that.
"Ita-chan knows that even though I love him, it doesn't mean I'm into incest, doesn't he?" A pink hue was threatening to cover his face, but he answered calmly, "Your clothes were destroyed during your fight with Deidara and Sasori." She smirked, knowing just how annoyed and embarrassed he was about that comment, but didn't continue with it.
"Hida-san… When's he coming back?" Itachi patted her head, and shook his head. "Go to sleep. Your body needs to recover." Kei pouted, unhappy with his avoidance of her question.
"Has she… Been asking questions?" The orange haired man asked. Itachi nodded, sitting on the couch, next to him. They'd kept her for around 14 hours, and most of that time she had been asleep, recovering from the intense battle. Sasori had managed to hit her with a needle coated with a fairly deadly poison. Once they had recognized her as an Uchiha, due to a very apparent Sharingan that had evolved into the next stage when she had been poisoned, they had forged an antidote and immediately brought her to the base, intent on bringing her to full health, less they be slaughtered by Itachi.
"None relevant. She wanted to know who had been in the cell with her. As well as—" He cut himself off, feeling more than slightly embarrassed she'd even suggested such an occurrence might take place. "As well as?" The man pushed, but was ignored by Itachi.
"I told her their names, and it seems she had known who they were. She also was wondering about her clothes." The man seemed distraught. If she were a spy, regardless of genetic background, would she be trustworthy?
"I see. But you seem to be withholding something, Uchiha… Itachi. I suppose now that she's around I can't be referring to you as Uchiha, as it would cause confusion, I'm sure. Anyway, do tell." Itachi simply turned and walked away. The man grumbled. He was sure it had to be good, and was disappointed he wasn't indulged.
Hidan sat up, holding his head, and then his arm, feeling a throbbing and stinging pain. How long was he out for? He looked at the clock and it had been around 4 hours. He cursed that ugly old bastard for making him bleed half to death. When he was about to take it out on him, he saw that Kakuzu was nowhere to be found, and huffed. Damn his luck.
"I gotta go to her fucking cell… Fuck!" As he stood, a wave of dizziness washed over him, and it made his knees buckle.
The aforementioned ugly old bastard walked into the room. He glanced at the flustered man, and scoffed. "You're disgusting, clean up." Knowing this would happen though; he prepared and brought an extra pair of clothing. Hidan thought he should mess with him, just for the hell of it.
"Oh yeah? It's not like you didn't fucking know it was going to happen. Yet, you still fucking did it." A smirk played on his face, trying to tempt Kakuzu. "It's because you get off on trying to kill, am I right?" He earned a face to the face, resulting in a split lip and swelling cheek.
"Listen you brat, if I didn't put you in your fucking place every once in a while… It wouldn't be pretty, now would it?" He grinned, and proclaimed, "Whatever. You're just saying that because you like me." He received another punch to his gut. Hidan lunged forward and bit the junction between Kakuzu's neck and shoulder. Blood flowed from the wound, and Hidan watched, bewitched by the crimson liquid.
"I'm tired. I fucking lost a lot of blood." Kakuzu snorted. "Any another way and you miraculously have enough energy to complain about it." Once the blood stopped flowing so harshly, Hidan retracted his head, and smirked triumphantly at him. Kakuzu shoved him off of him, and threw his clothes at him. To say Hidan was pissed was an understatement.
After he got dressed, he turned towards Kakuzu, and told him, "You fucking suck." Kakuzu chucked a large medical book at him, but Hidan managed to shut the door before he was hit with it.
Deidara sifted through piles of paper, trying to find just one last detonating parcel. So far, he wasn't having very good luck. Sasori watched, as the blonde blew up in a huff, and fell backwards due to some stacks of books. "Pick those up once you're done messing around. I don't want my books bent just because a brat decided to throw a tantrum." Deidara glowered, and crossed his arms. "I am not throwing a tantrum, hmph!" This however was counterproductive in his effort.
Sasori started tapping on his desk, teeth scraping as an irate blonde distracted him yet again while he was working on his puppet.
"God damn!" Deidara looked up startled as Sasori glared at him. He paled, and was quieter for the rest of the time he was in the room.
Two men entered Keiichi's cell, neither seemed very happy. The masked man, Kakuzu, was in a notably bad mood, and the blonde seemed to be pouting, an expression that didn't suit the Jashin worshipper.
Keiichi's nose scrunched up, and then she giggled. The distinct smell of blood wafting from both of the men amused her greatly, and she let it erupt from her as the younger man tilted his head in confusion.
"You two were fighting?" Maybe it was because of earlier, but she kneeled on the bed, pulling her shirt's hem over her knees, vaguely aware of her current state on undress. Her dark brown locks of hair were cascading over her shoulders, becoming ratted as her confinement went on. Nearly unnatural paleness had set in her skin, from lack of sun exposure.
With her blood trait activated again, she saw the blonde's left eye twitch at the corner, while the brunette clenched his fist, she took this as indication that they, in fact, had.
"You seem uncomfortable." No question, just a statement from Kakuzu. She noticed how the mask barely moved as he talked, but she could see the outlines of his lips, bringing detail to the otherwise plain cloth. Keiichi nodded stiffly, and adjusted the hem of her shirt.
Suddenly, Hidan started searching his cloak, and pulled out a pair of green and black plaid boxer shorts. He threw them to her, but growled, as she made no attempt to pick them up. "Put them on." She shook her head, and blushed. Even if they had seen her before, she still didn't want them to see her now. The smoker stalked to the bed, picked them up, and shoved them in her face. "Put. Them. On." With one hand, she reached up and tugged them out of his hand, and glared at him.
"Go away first." The blush spread steadily across her face, and she puffed her cheeks up to show she wasn't messing around, but it only made her look childish. Hidan was about to react to that, but Kakuzu had grabbed his arm, and said, "We can let her dress in peace." He pulled him out of the room, and they let her change. When she was finished, she called out, "I put them on!" Moments later the lights started coming on, so she switched her Sharingan off, and sat, knees in front of her, down on her bed once more.
The ceiling hung low over the men, making them seem even more imposing.
"Uchiha Keiichi?" She wasn't sure who had said that, but she didn't care. She opened her mouth to speak, but her throat suddenly went dry. "Y-yes?" She managed to croak out.
"Uchiha Itachi has requested you be released, and remain in captivity in his quarters." Leave it to her brother to request something like that. The shackles were immediately released, following the dark-skinned man's statement. "You pose no threat to us, however, you are to remain with Itachi at all times." Keiichi momentarily wondered if she should ask if that meant even when either was using the facilities. She decided she wanted her limbs.
"He's waiting for you outside. You should be fucking thankful you have a brother like that." She felt sorry for Hidan, but realized quickly what he said was only the truth, nothing more.
As she left the room, she felt warm hands close around her forearms, and smiled. She didn't see him there, but she was happy to be with him again, especially after only a short period of time. With her eyes closed, and lurched forward, and glomped him.
She didn't however notice that this Uchiha, which she was hugging, had short hair, and a mask on.
"Mm, I love you." The blonde wondered if he should say something, but decided not to; instead he let his amusement take the best of him.
"Well… Uh… Tobi doesn't really know who you are… So to say I love you back would be a little weird…" She looked up, and turned as red as an apple.
"You—You're not Itachi…" Tobi shook his head, and laughed. "Of course not!" Tobi was hugging her though, and she could only look up from his arms, red-faced, and slightly confused. The man wouldn't let her go, and when she tried escaping her grasp; her face was smashed into his chest, black and red fabric smothering her.
"You're so cute!" She felt herself being spun around, in a way that a father would spin their child in the air.
"And you are…?" The man giggled, and replied, "Tobi! I'm a relative!" She quirked an eyebrow, wanting to ask 'just how is that possible, if Itachi killed off the clan?' She didn't, keeping another thought locked in her head.
After all these years, why hadn't she heard about him? What about from him? If this man was an Uchiha like he claimed he was, what did that mean?
She suddenly felt a dizzy spell wash over her, and barely felt anything as the supposed Uchiha caught her before she hit the ground. Her hearing was washed out, but she heard him yelling to someone, before everything went black.