WARNING! If you aren't ok with gruesome scenes and bloody depictions as well as a total disregard for human life in a story don't read this! This story is not for the fainthearted!
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Chapter 1
She stood before her captor, her master, and the one she hated the most, unable to lift a hand against him. She looked blankly forward, arms at ease in submission, showing no emotions, she knew what this man was capable of, what cruelties would ensue if she resisted, why give herself more pain? Her only wish now was to be put at ease in death. But, she knew that he would never allow it, and she refused to put herself out of her own misery, if anything she wished to die in battle, looking at the stars in the sky as her spirit ascended to heaven, that is if it were to ever. She wanted to die, in battle under the sky not in the pitiful dungeon she was kept in. He smiled at her, his snake like eyes drilling into her very core, "I have your next mission for you, dog." She wanted to protest but knew the consequences of speaking out; she was only needed to kill, not to speak her opinion.
She knelt, as a sign of submission, a pose she hated; she didn't use her voice knowing full well the electrical shock she would receive from the collar that dug sharply into her skin with every breath she took. "You're to take out the sound nin battalion on the east side of the river," she nodded once never questioning his word, she wasn't fond of pain, and she would be damned to give him the satisfaction of hearing her scream. She kept her head bowed in reverence as she backed slowly away, wary of any strike he might make out against her, before he had started talking to her she had already sustained many wounds.
When she reached the safety of the door, she disappeared without a sound to join her handlers who would escort her to the river, where she would be forced to kill again to block out her pain. The man by the name of Kabuto took her by the upper arm, half dragging her to the entrance while he healed some of her wounds, "Don't disappoint him, dog." The man said calmly with a smile petting her hair as if she were a canine companion, "You know what will happen if you don't." with one final nod she made it to the light, to the great expanse of black and white wondering for what seemed like the millionth time, since when did she start to see the world with no color? But that didn't matter anymore did it, she was handed a sword and shoved roughly forward, quietly she walked maybe this time, maybe this time she would finally die.
~(Itachi)~
He weaved throughout the trees with practiced ease along with his companions returning from yet another mission. Even so he didn't let his guard down, from what he had heard there were sound nin in the vicinity and since Konoha and Oto did not get along he had no choice but to stay alert. In the distance he felt several chakra signatures flare, he stopped on a branch his three other companions after him, "Hyuuga." He said looking to the nin through the ANBU mask a tone that ordered an immediate 'check it out' "Yes sir." Came the prompt reply Itachi could feel his chakra flare up as wellm knowing the it was the inner workings of the Byakugan searching for his request.
Itachi felt the numbers of chakra get eliminate quickly one by one. Had they stumbled over one of the fame Akatsuki? "Report." "There seems to be a battle going on, one against many sound nin, I am unsure whether she is a friend or an enemy." She? A woman was taking down a battalion of sound nin? The notion seemed ridiculous, but if this girl really an Akatuski it would prove useful to their investigations. He stood there for a moment considering his next plan of action, he looked to his group a bit tired but refreshed from the good night's sleep at the hotel.
They were ANBU the elite, they would make it out fine, and if worst came to worst all they had to do was pick up and run, although that was something Itachi highly doubted, he only felt one opposing chakra to the entire battalion of sound nin, surely a three man cell of ANBU would be able to take her down. Promptly he turned and went toward the clashing chakras, obediently his group mates followed to see what was in store for them.
~(Sakura)~
She whirled around and hit the incoming nin in the side, effectively crushing his rib cage with her chakra infused hits, not minding the warm blood that splattered onto her clothing she was used to this, and for that she regretted every life she took, but she knew that it was all for the purpose of survival nothing more and nothing less. She grabbed the incoming kunai and threw it back at her attacker with practiced ease, dodging and avoiding all other weapons, while she knew that in the shade of the trees her handlers awaited for her to finish. It seemed that she wouldn't be dying today, a pity.
She stalled not wanting to descend into the darkness again, although she could no longer differentiate between colors the brightness made her feel and inkling of hope that one day she might be free. She killed them efficiently a death that warranted no pain, a death she would like one day, one that didn't involve pain. Maybe a kunai to the heart, a slow bleeding to death, or maybe a genjutsu to put her asleep forever, that would be nice. She watched their faces as she killed them one by one the shock that registered the knowing that they were going to die, the inevitability of the situation, the terror, a look she had seen time and time again when called upon by her master to do this sort of dirty work time and time again. How many had she killed now? She couldn't remember, her memories were in fragments, many blocked out, for the self preservation of her mind.
This was all she saw in the daylight, but it was better than the pressing darkness where she was beaten into submission and chained to a wall so she could no longer escape, the bars of the small cell mocking her, telling her she would never be able to escape into the wide expanse of the sky. Coldly she punched through the neck of one of her victims beckoning more blood onto her person, but she didn't care, it didn't matter anymore. She felt a stinging almost regret as she cut down the last of them with her already bloodied, sword, she then gazed at the sky, she would be taken away to the small cell again, hopefully she had finished within the proposed time that way they would actually feed her, but she highly doubted that.
She felt a dull pain throb at her side, touching it she looked at the blood, somewhere in the battle she had been hit, she felt the wound across the expanse of her side, she looked at her blood that mingled with the rest, still a grayish color, and she would be reprimanded harshly for getting hit. She felt a flare of chakra behind her, slowly she turned, strange she thought she had gotten rid of them all. She turned to see four people with porcelain masks, not unlike the many of that same look she had eliminated before. But, they weren't sound nin, she had no reason to attack them, if possible she didn't want to kill any she didn't have to.
She stood silently sword in hand at ease beside her. She was covered in blood that much she knew, and that cause them alarm, but she didn't see them as a threat. "What are you doing, dog?! Kill them!" Called one of her handlers a sharp pain of electricity sending her to her knees in reprimand. She wanted to scream, but that last shock had taken out the use of her voice. She shivered then got to her feet, her neck still stinging from that last current of electricity, pain shot through her, and that forced adrenaline was forced into her blood stream.
She wondered if this would ever end? This never ending cycle of suffering and death she had to face. She looked at the ANBU mask, an apology in her eyes a hope in her soul. Her only hope at this point was death.
~(Itachi)~
It was eerie the way she looked, pink hair, unshiny and unkept splattered with a darker shade that had to be blood, her tattered outfit in the same state. Her eyes green he wondered if there were ever a time when they looked lively it they had they showed no trace of it now. Only dead looking orbs stared back at them as if she were one of the living dead, her eyes held no emotion, no pain, no suffering even when the side of her body bled from a long gash that would have had any shinobi down for the count. "What are you doing, dog?! Kill them." He heard in the distance, he watched as the girl flailed for a moment an electrical current feeding into her neck, a smell of burnt flesh permeated the air, it almost sickened Itachi to see the blatant abuse the girl was going through.
He watched her dead panned eyes break way to pain; blood started leaking from the collar around her neck. He knew she wanted to scream but something kept her from doing so the way she pawed at the collar around her neck. Blood streamed from it in currents, her eyes finally breaking way to some sort of life, pain, and what seemed to be a desperate hope as she swung her eyes to look into his.
Shakily she got up, an almost apologetic look on her face. He had but a moment to activate his sharingan, he leapt away from the merciless attack signaling the others to run. Itachi watched as one move became the next in a never ending dance with the sword she held in her hand occasionally throwing kunai and senbon in their direction. She was a good fighter but he was better. He quickly disabled her sword but in that same action she swung a foot to sweep his legs from under him. In return he did a substitution jutsu to get safely out of harm's way just as her leg connected with the log shattering it into tiny pieces. Dangerous, but he should have known that looking at the way she had disposed of the corpses all around her.
She heaved in heavy breaths never making a sound doing it because the moments she did Itachi could see the electrical impulses that kept her from speaking. "Hurry it up! We can't keep Orochiimaru-sama waiting for much longer dog!" Itachi saw the girl go down; it symbolized the very essence of a dog that had been kicked over and over again. Itachi heard her whimper quietly; she looked at him pitifully full of pain those eyes that sought salvation, those eyes that sought a peaceful death. She got up shakily and gripped a kunai holding it up shakily. Itachi watched as she killed all feelings within her making her that dead empty shell she was before and went in for another strike as if she weren't hurt.
She was pure power, pure skill something one only found once in a blue moon not only that but she fought all on instinct, an amazing feat, if molded correctly she could make an excellent shinboi. Yet here she was before him like a rabid dog trying to fight for her life. He knocked the kunai from her hands and grabbed her around the waist; it would be a waste to leave her in the grasps that treated her less then humanely. He looked into her eyes putting her under the effects of the sharingan.
He saw the mesmerized look along with the crushing confusion for a moment before she had submitted into a pleasant genjutsu that would keep her out for a while. He saw her eyes close slowly, the coldness dissipating into desperate hope, as she began to lean into him, her bloody clothes stiff with the blood of her own and the blood of others. He cradled her gently, surprised at how light she was, this woman had obviously suffered many types of abuse. He flicked his fingers to the men shouting in the tree, they would be brought in for questioning.
He swung the girl into his arms surprised at the blatant malnourished state she was in, he looked at her face, not completely peaceful, wondering why he was going so far as to save this stranger.
~(Sakura)~
She lunged and parried but it still didn't make the man fall, in that moment she hoped that maybe he could take her down and put her out of her misery he knocked away her kunai then effectively pinned her arms at her side, he squeezed slightly causing her to look up into his eyes. Shock rolled through her, she saw red. It had been a long time since she had seen any sort of color, she felt herself relax in his arms the red a comforting sign to her. She looked at them for as long as she could she began to feel tired, she hoped that this was the end that she may sleep and never wake again. With a final silent sigh she leaned into the man and fell into the darkness, and she hoped, that this meant only one thing. Death.
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Sakura laughed while in the snow, the white snow now rolled up into her little mini snowmen all lined up in a row decorated with charcoal faces and twig hands. Ah, this had been a memory life times ago when the world was still right, it was the only memory she remembered so clearly. The snow was slowly falling she looked up to the stars in wonder falling back to make snow angels in the dark the only light to guide her was the light that emanated from the back porch. The snow fell in little swirls all pretty and white as if the stars were slowly coming to her.
"Arf!" came the bark of her beloved dog, Kurumi the scents of a pending dinner in the kitchen the jovial laughter of her family echoing in her ears. "Sakura!" called the mother from so long ago, "Come in you'll catch a cold!" Sakura gave out a happy laugh, a sound she could no longer produce. Sakura scrambled to her feet to run toward the house, "Okkkaaayyy!!!" close behind her Kurumi followed barking the whole way.
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The dream shifted into darkness she began to hear voices, "Where the hell did you find this girl Itachi?" a voice said from beside her, she heard a quiet muffled response it was a voice she didn't recall usually Kabuto would be saying bad things to her while she slept.
She shifted a bit to open her eyes, still the same black and white, had she been dreaming when she saw red? She shifted to look around she didn't recall this place; she was also lying on a flat table thing. Fear ran through her, "Are you alright?" asked a voice, causing her to jump out of the bed and get to the nearest corner, she kept herself alert and wary of where she was. Memories came flooding back, she had failed the mission given to her, and she knew the consequences of failing. She closed her eyes tightly waiting for the pain to come through her neck. She knew the pain that followed failure, and she knew she should be used to it, but that didn't stop the silent sobs she emitted in human-like fear, it didn't stop her from trembling like a leaf.
She hated this weakness of herself, but she had been used this way for so long that it became second instinct to cover herself up like she was doing now, arms over her head, in hopes that the blows wouldn't hurt as much, when in fact they didn't. She had failed, and she was going to pay for it, she felt warm spread on her side, her wound had reopened in her action, but that pain was nothing to the humiliation she felt when people beat her senseless for failures. She felt herself shake hard partially out of habit, partially out of fear, "Shit, Itachi." Said the voice again, it really was a voice she didn't recognize. "It's alright, don't be afraid." Said the voice again but Sakura pressed herself into a corner harder they were being cruel like that one time acting nice then hitting her hard when she least expected it. It was expected, for them to do something so cruel, they did follow after Orochimaru after all.
She heard a soft footstep causing her to focus on his chakra signature, vaguely she recognized it. She racked her frayed nerves for an answer a flash of red reminding her whose chakra it belonged to. He took another step forward, no ill intent in his demeanor, the red eyed man. Slowly she stopped shaking to slowly open her eyes. She looked up into red eyes, in this white and black universe. They made eye contact, slowly her breathing slowed, it was the red eyed man, he held no weapons and none were on his person. To the side of his head there was a mask stationed there.
The word safety resonated through her head, but that didn't keep her from being wary of this stranger, her eyes whirled assessing her and for a moment they stared at each other in a deadlock. His eyes stopped whirling as if he were done thinking, and then a moment later he offered his hand. She looked at it, was this a joke? Was it another form of cruelty Orochimaru wanted to experiment on her? Hesitantly she took his hand, hoping for nothing, expecting a sharp reprimand for trying to obtain that small kindness.
Gently he pulled her up, and gently she set her on the bed. He stared into her eyes for a moment more, and then they mysteriously darkened to black, and again her world was subjected to the normal whites and blacks, she wanted to reach out and hold his face, and hope that his eyes went red again to assure her that, she wasn't dreaming. But she didn't, if this was another one of Orochimaru's tricks she wouldn't fall for it. She refused to, she didn't want to get her hopes up. A woman, with a big bust, came to her, and Sakura looked at her warily untrusting. A slow deliberate hand, came to her. The very picture, of innocence, but Sakura had seen that type of hand once slap her so fast she didn't have time to react.
She looked to the man, who nodded to her, a feeling of safety made it into her system. She stayed still bracing herself for any type of pain that might come her way. The gentle hand went to her side; Sakura felt the soft glow of healing, "So this is the famed Blood Hound we've heard of." Said the woman to the man, he nodded once, "From what the men we had captured said this was the Blood Hound, the one who takes out battalions of men, only a few have survived an attack, and those were in the early stages of her career." He looked to her, and she looked back, unflinchingly, she had heard that name before. It would explain why people in the hide out had called her 'dog'.
The woman, touched her neck, Sakura flinched, afraid of the spines that dug into her neck, she felt the familiar and still uncomfortable of blood trickle from it. "The poor thing. This definitely has to go." The woman said Sakura didn't want to believe those words; she didn't want to hope that they would take it off. Just as suddenly the collar around her neck, began to buzz loudly, Sakura gasped, she had been away from her master for too long. And that buzzing could only mean one thing. She screamed the moment the electrical currents went through her body, she flailed and scratched at it trying to get it off to no avail, it hurt, and it would continue to hurt, for five more minutes, then it would turn off, this was only a warning.
If she were away from her master for another day the shock would come again. Sakura watched as her world went black. It seemed that she was meant to die a dog's death.
Sorry gruesome isn't it? Right now the unit we're studying in US history is about the holocaust and I don't know I sort of felt like writing something like it… Don't worry though! I'll try to make Sakura happy!