When the sedative released its hold on me, consciousness didn't leisurely return like warm sunlight gradually filtering into a room. Instead it was harsh, sudden and disorientating, like an unexpected stampede. Immediately, I knew something was very wrong and my heart slammed against my chest in a way it hadn't in years. It wasn't the pain that tipped me off, pain was a familiar friend. What tipped me off were the heavy weight of chains against my limbs and the feeling of icy, unyielding stone beneath me - all of me. My clothes were gone. I fought down the rising panic and listened.

There was a soft grating and scraping sound towards my feet. It was a familiar sound, an everyday sound, it reminded me of my childhood, of happier times and yet I could not place it. The jarring discordance between my present situation and this whisper of a memory it provoked was maddening. My pulse skyrocketed again, and for a moment all I could hear was the pounding of my heart in my ears.

At some point I remembered I needed to breathe. I took a deep breath through my nose, held it and slowly let it out through my mouth. I took another deep breath, thought of my ninken and exhaled again. I kept focusing on my breathing. In, hold and out. In, hold and out. In, hold and out. Slowly, I started to calm down.

I tried listening again. The relentless, grating and scraping sound was still there. Harder to detect with it, was the sound of breathing. There were three people in the room with me, one by my feet and two to my right. The breathing of all three was steady and calm.

I reached for my chakra to see if their chakra signatures were familiar, but nothing answered my call. If I had any chakra left I could not access it. I wasn't surprised – this was standard procedure for captives. All I felt was a dull acceptance at the confirmation. With nothing else left to do I opened my eyes.

The room was sparse and utilitarian. My heavy chains were short and bolted to the floor. The walls were bare. Unusual for the Root complex, this room was well lit with fluorescent lights. On my right was a door with masked guards on either side. Where the scraping sound originated stood Danzo working at a desk. His back was to me and I could not tell what he was working on.

No one commented on my being awake, though I knew I had been able to hide it from none of them. I tried to test the slack in my chains. All I managed was a twitch and a slight curling of my fingers. I had been injected with a paralytic. Wonderful.

Danzo kept working at his bench while I just lay there able to do little else.

It suddenly came crashing down on me how stupid I'd been. No one knew where I was. No one would be alarmed by my absence tomorrow. No one was coming to help me. I alone had gotten myself into this mess and I alone would have to get myself out of it, except I couldn't do that because I was chained to the Kami-damned floor!

Eventually the scraping sound stopped and Danzo turned around. In a long, drawn-out moment his gaze passed over every inch of me, assessing. The little hairs on the back of my neck rose as my mind began flashing through all the possibilities as to why I was naked in the first place.

Danzo retrieved a bowl and a box from his desk and then came to sit beside me. I watched him waiting to see what he would do next. It's hard to be witty when you are naked and chained to the floor.

Watching him, I then began to realise why the scraping sound from earlier was so familiar. Danzo had been grinding an ink stick on an ink stone. My father used to make his own ink too. I would sit beside him and watch him make his own explosive tags. He once said he found it calming. I hadn't thought of that in a long time.

The wet tip of a paintbrush began to dance across my skin as Danzo began writing out the fuinjutsu. The brush was cool to the touch and I thought it almost would have been a pleasant feeling were it not for heavy knowledge of what Danzo casting fuinjutsu on me would likely imply.

I watched Danzo's face trying to get an indication as to where he was going with this. He had an intent look on his face, but gave little away until he starting writing on my side. A flicker of irritation flashed in his eyes. He bent down and I felt his breath ghost across my skin as he blew his work dry before wet ink and gravity ruined his justu.

As Danzo's calligraphy continued to spread across my skin I shook off my resignation and apathy. Anything I knew about the seal could be helpful at a later date and so I tried to memorize the dark runes visible on my skin.

When Danzo's brush was out of sight, I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feeling of the brush, trying to identify what he was writing. It was difficult and distracting but I managed to figure out some of the runes Danzo was using.

It was at this stage that to my horror that I realized my cock was now at half-mast. I prayed things didn't get any worse than that but when I glanced at Danzo there was a hint of smirk in the shadows of his face and something flickered in his eyes. Was he… he was laughing at me. I was too disturbed by the situation to feel humiliated.

Eventually Danzo finished his sealing. Had I been able, I would have writhed on the ground from the feeling from the pain and the feeling of his chakra settling somewhere deep inside my brain.

When I was coherent again, Danzo spoke. "As you'll soon notice, I've placed not one, but several seals on you. My favourite is a strong compulsion seal. You will no longer just report to the Hokage for missions, you will also report to me. Furthermore, you won't be able to speak or write to anyone about what has happened here, nor tell them about our special, new, little relationship."

I'd rarely seen him so self-satisfied.

"My first order is that you'll stop telling Haruno not to train with me. As I've said before, I have plans for her and I don't need you interfering."

I wanted to lash out at him in frustration. Once again all I managed was a slight twitch, so I put all the scary expression I could in my eye and hoped I looked a lot more dangerous to cross than I currently felt.

"My second order is that after you receive you're next mission from Tsunade, you'll report here to me before you leave the village to obtain a second mission from myself." Danzo then gave me a smile showing more teeth than I'd ever seen him display in my entire life. "I think I'm going to rather enjoy working with you Kakashi."