Now What Have I Gotten Myself Into? ~Enter Konoha's number one knuckle head

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        Chapter 44

The sunless room left me in a state of disorientation. I could not tell how long I have been here or even how long it has been since I have slept. There were brief spaces in time that seemed as if they were merely a blink of an eye that I was alone. I had practically given up with my smart remarks after the first bit of time that felt like it had taken days. I was tired and my eyes kept tending to try and drift closed but a part of me didn't want to even attempt sleep. If I fell asleep who knows what they would try to do to me. When my body had reached a state that only reminded me of the times when I would meditate for days on end they finally moved me from that metal chair. Only they moved me to a metal table that reminded me of shows that contained scenes from a coroner's office. This was leading me to identify it as an autopsy table. They had strapped me down to it and it hadn't taken long for them to show me that it tilts upwards as well as lay flat. There were times when they would leave me straight up as if I would have been standing with the straps keeping me in place held me up since my feet weren't touching the floor.

After an amount of time like that I found out that the straps began digging into my skin threatening to bruise me or otherwise succeeding. The other times they let me lay flat which was a blessing. Such as like right now without a constant pain or pressure on my body I could almost fall asleep. After the Hokage had left, Ibiki gave up his hitting me like a punching bag for more sophisticated tools. I couldn't help but wonder from the silver caliper type tool I had seen, if this is what Misa had felt and wondered how she could have withstood so much pain for so long. After they had let me drink from my canister that one time I had only been allowed to stare at my pouch silently begging for another taste. The burn was coming back to my throat after I had thought from accepting my flames that it stopped. It seemed to be a different burn though. More body aching pain rather than feeling as if I had a ball of fire in my mouth. The more my body had to heal from their interrogation techniques the more prominent this ache was becoming. Even at times it felt as if I could barely breathe which left my interrogators. No, my torturers, in a state of confusion. Especially from how my healing had slowed to a crawl. I guess without replenishing myself even I heal like a human.

"We are going to try something different today." I heard Ibiki's voice as he walked into the room with a few others like usual. Another blink of being alone and my tormentor is back. Yet his voice was showing exhaustion more than anger any more. I can only think that every time they leave it's the end of a day. If that is true then I've been enduring this for... wow, two and a half weeks; nothing to drink? Nothing offered to save me from withering away? As if that were possible. They wanted answers not to kill me. "Today Inoichi will infiltrate your mind and retrieve the answers we are looking for. Do you understand?" Without even bothering to attempt a response I close my eyes. If he's going to get into my mind then I can kiss all of my secrets goodbye. Or maybe I could try something.

Nodding to his words as an afterthought I push everything out of my mind as I hear a chair being pulled up towards me. Slipping within myself as I reach the state of mind necessary I feel myself falling even though I knew I was still strapped to that table. I fall into myself until I am surrounded by darkness. Sitting up I look around me taking note that everything seemed to mold together in a mass of black. Not even what I was resting on could be made out into anything. Eeriest thing is this darkness reminded me of what I had seen while I was unconscious after having been marked by Orochimaru. Only a sense of safety and security wafts around me. As if a familial caress wanting to ease my nerves. Standing slowly I look down at myself unable to prevent the smile from forming on my lips as I see my crème colored over shirt left unbuttoned to my red bikini top and tight really short jean shorts. From the contours of my body I very nearly squeal within my own mind. My wonderful grown body.