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Three months had passed since the day Sarutobi Hokage-sama had come with the news that they would have two sensei. Over that three months Kuro had improved greatly in his taijutsu- mostly because his 'practice' matches had been against Deryk. They'd gone on roughly twenty-six D- ranked missions since the start, and this had started out as an exiting sounding C-Rank: Find out if there was actually any bandits on the road between Konoha and Suna, and if there were find out who they were. Simple sounding, but not so simple in actual practice.
Kuro was chained up in a small cell. Anko had gone to check on something, and he'd been jumped. It had been embarrassing to say the least, and now he'd been here roughly a week. He was hungry, thirsty, and tired of getting kicked when he told the interrogators exactly what they could do with their questions.
The door opened, and his usual interrogator stepped in.
"Are you ready to answer our questions yet, punk?" he said with a sneer.
Kuro rolled his eyes. "Ask me again after your mom stops sleeping with the farm animals jackass."
The quip obviously angered the idiot that thought he was all that, but he seemed to control his anger. "If you're going to be that way about it, we're going to have to stop being so nice."
"Ooooh no. So scary." Kuro yawned. Nothing they could do to him could compare to half the s**t Ibiki had done to him as 'training'. "Wake me when you get someone in this place that can actually think for themselves and wont quote bad fiction villains." He closed his eyes.
The only warning Kuro had was the hiss of the blade leaving its sheath, and his eyes flashed open when the blade of the newly drawn sword nicked his cheek.
"Next, we start cutting. How many are in your group?!"
"Suck my c***" Bravado was going to get him killed, just like Anko had always said.
The blade bit into his arm. It burned like an unholy hell.
"How. Many."
"Go f*** yourself sideways." Kuro hissed out between clenched teeth. He'd be fine... probably. His cuts healed fast, so he wasnt too worried. The sword hurt like a b***h though. It pinned his arm to the wall as well, so it was for all intents and purposes useless at the moment.
"So you think you're a tough guy do-"
"God, you're annoying. Dont you have ANY original lines? Hell, Im betting my big toe is more original than-" Shlunk Kunai in his other arm. " -any and all of the s**t you keep-" Knife in his gut. God this hurt... but somehow, he knew that it was much better to keep being a smartass than let the pain show too much. "- spewing. Go read good literature your Hannibal wannabe." Hannibal? Who the hell was Hannibal?
The interrogator was obviously seeing red, but it didnt really matter to Kuro as with each new cut he felt consciousness slipping further and further out of his grasp.
Finally, around the fiftieth cut, he passed out.
Anko was a wreck, and for a very good reason. Kuro had been gone for several days, and it was time to meet up with Ibiki.
"Dammit Brat..."
Shira arrived first. "Anko-sensei, we have some bad news. Ibiki-sensei cant make it, we saw the Bandits drag Kuro into one of their buildings, and he's making sure they dont drag out a corpse."
Kuro. Captured. That all the blood in Anko's face drain to the point she was almost translucent.
"Are you sure?"
"Im not, but Ibiki-sensei is. Kuro never struck me as the type to get caught. Deryk maybe, but Kuro seemed more levelheaded than that."
Levelheaded. If only.
"Lets go see Ibiki."
Kuro groaned as he came back to the world of the living. If his stomach was any judge, he'd missed another two days.
"- Orochimaru wanted it that way."
Orochimaru?
"Did you hear something?"
"Nah, but maybe that kid woke up."
Kuro quickly returned to his former position. He heard the door open, and someone walk over and kick him in the side. He moved limply, making no noise.
"Nah, he's still out. Kid's a monster though, did you see what he looked like as soon as Hara was done with him?"
"Yeah, I threw up- shouldn't have eaten dinner first. The kid looked dead."
Kuro tested his bonds lightly, hoping they wouldnt notice.
"Hey, he just moved!"
"Go get Hara, I'll watch him."
Kuro sighed. "Dammit, Why does God hate me so much?" he muttered.
"You'll be able to ask soon, face to face even." his 'guard' chuckled. "You're useless to us, and we're moving soon anyway, so we'll dig you a shallow grave."
Of course. They were going to kill him.
The man that had cut him so much returned.
"There he is Hara, you started it, you finish it."the one who had been taunting Kuro said.
As he started forward and drew his sword, the one called Hara smirked. "Dont think badly of me kid, maybe Death'll come to greet you quickly."
With a quick thrust, the blade entered his heart, and Kuro's world disappeared.
The scream echoed out and chilled the hearts of team 27.
"Kuro...?" Anko couldnt believe it. The last time she'd heard him scream at all was when he'd been four and somehow had popped his arm out of socket.
"Go!" Ibiki shouted, and the four of them rushed the camp. It was mostly empty, they'd been moving out for a few days, and trying to reach Kuro sooner would've been suicide. As they approached the building containing Kuro, a man tried to run out.
"SAVE ME, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, PLEASE!!!!" he screamed out as something reached out from the darkness inside the building and dragged him back inside. there was a tearing noise mixed with a few more screams, and eventually a popping noise. The man's head rolled out and left a bloody trail behind him. Both of his eyes had been gouged out, and his tongue removed.
They approached the building cautiously.
"Kuro...?" Anko called heasitantly. "Kuro are you there?"
A slight sobbing noise greeted their ears.
Anko knew it was stupid, but she went in anyway. Bits of human corpses littered the room, some half chewed. Blood had painted the walls a deep crimson, and two holes had been ripped out of the stone with shackles in pieces below them.
Kuro was huddled in the corner eyes closed, tears running down his face. His forehead protector lay next to him, its cloth burned in areas. From his fingers blood streaked his arms.
Across from him, on the wall one word still burned with a black light.
Enma.
 Azzy Rael · Sun Oct 03, 2010 @ 05:04am · 0 Comments |
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