Suteta - (Akatsuki fanfic)

Part 15

Note: All the text between the '+++' symbols are on paper.

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Over two hours were being spent going through the folders Kisame retrieved and the information they held. The matter wasn’t that it was all that difficult to understand but…more like grasping the concept. Biological warfare was supposed to be a figment of the past. However, it seemed someone was hell bent on bringing it back for purposes not mentioned in the papers.

There were various types of poisonous combinations mentioned throughout the lengthy synopsis, ones the Akatsuki both did and didn’t recognize. Cures too, some posing a more dangerous threat than the toxins themselves if they failed to work. From what Zetsu could gather, over five dozen of the listed subjects succumbed just to that, and many more from other causes detailed in separate records. Causes proving no one from the list was there on their own accord. ‘Prisoner’ was likely too mild a term. If they weren’t present in the facility itself, they were used as guinea pigs without their knowledge.

According to the records, Hanaki was one of those cases.

By no means was Zetsu stupid. He didn’t believe in coincidences when the evidence was this solid even if the others did. The co-leader said the description she pointed out ‘sounds a lot like her’, but he knew it had to be. There was nothing to say otherwise. Everything he read was perfectly accurate. White eyes, light violet hair, 2 feet 11 inches tall, 35.5 pounds… An age was listed too. She was four years old.

Unfortunately, he also noticed there was no name or proof of residence with her listing unlike the other subjects. She was nothing more than a number to these people, and referred to as such.

Nameless and homeless… Zetsu’s grip tightened around the papers, horribly crumpling the edges and distorting the words. Before he knew it he was beyond angry, and not just because only one of his dozens of questions was answered. He had trouble believing this was the truth. It was as if he was being lied to. His instincts were telling him so.

Whenever he watched the toddler, she didn’t carry the demeanor of someone who was born an orphan. Even in memory loss it would be as obvious as rain. Not to mention she had the stuffed bear, and periodically showed signs of abuse from how she acted when someone said or did something in just the wrong way. The memory was there even if she didn’t realize it herself, and Zetsu knew for a fact those kinds of scars don’t just come out of thin air. At some point, she did have a family. But they went far out of their way to show they didn’t want her. No one so much as cares about her, he thought grimly.

That’s not…entirely true, his darker half responded slowly. It was a form of admittance, and was somewhat shocking. Nonetheless…both sides found themselves agreeing with each other.

“Pein isn’t going to be happy about this…” Konan’s voice snapped the plant nin out of his thoughts.

“No f**king kidding,” Hidan groaned as he searched through his own stack of papers from the folder. “We have enough competition as it is without someone else butting in with their own vendetta. Jashin help us if we get caught in the middle of it.”

Konan raised an eyebrow at him. “Why? What does your section say?” she asked.

“See for yourself.” He handed the papers to her and she began looking through them as he spoke. “Whoever these people are, they have some kind of godforsaken beef against someone, that’s for damn sure. It doesn’t say what, but I’m guessing they’re ready to come up with any concoction to put their enemies six feet under. After torturing them first,” he added. This was one of the few times Zetsu ever heard Hidan sound halfway serious. Whatever was going through his mind concerning what was on the file, he was a tad nervous for a change.