The Enemy of My Enemy

Chapter 7: His subordinate

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Drip... Drip.. Drip...

The water fell from the moist, rocky ceiling then to the ground, landing with a soft plop.

A groan sounded softly, emerging from her parched mouth, heavy like cotton.

"Where am I?"

The girl tried to move which only resulted with pain and the loud ca-chink, ca-chink of the chains that bound her. There was one above her head, nailed to the wall which kept her hands above her head and immobile, two others were clasped onto her ankles. These were bolted to the ground, a little away from the girl and made noise at her slightest sway.

It hurt. Her muscles were sore all over, her shoulders and wrists from supporting her dead weight and her wounds from the battle before. A nasty bump took residence at the back of her head, a cut on her lip and bruises coloured her usually ivory form black and blue.

Her throat was parched and her body was shivering cold, tremors travelling throughout all her limbs- the chains chinked.

"I got captured..."

The thought formed in her mind as her eyes skimmed the dark, dank and dingy room.

"Is this his lair?..."

She thought next, remembering her last fight in more detail. The conversations spoken, the letter, the bespectacled man, the odd marks and his name, Orochimaru. Everything came flooding back into her mind as she slowly climbed out of her weary state.

She shifted slightly, rolling her shoulders back and straightening her body. Her head tilted from side to side, stretching her neck and helping her blood flow faster once again. She moved her legs, her numb legs which had fallen asleep and forced them to wake, moving one up before the other and she stood, releasing her arms from their burden of her body.

She needed a plan, a plan to get out of here as quickly and discretely as possible. She needed to free herself and-

She froze, footsteps sounding in the corridor and gritted her teeth in anticipation.

Someone was coming...

The metal door creaked open and the previously pitch black room flooding with artificial light, the girl flinched and briefly shut her eyes.

" Well, well, well... Look who's awake, Kabuto..." A raspy voice spoke, a smirk on his pale serpentine face.

" Hai, Orochimaru-sama, it seems Akai-San has woken." The bespectacled boy spoke, pushing up his silver rimmed lenses.

Orochimaru!

The girl jolted from her position, her eyes glaring daggers into the man who had caused her so much grief. Had the chains not been holding her, she would have most definitely attacked the man.

"She's a feisty one isn't she?" The man hissed as he neared the girl, a hand slipping under her chin and lifting her head to look at her face. " Akemi Akai right?... Your brother was a fine follower, strong, versatile and merciless. I wonder if you'll be the same..."

" You know nothing of my brother! I'll kill you for what you did to him!" She screamed lunging forward only to be pulled back by her bounds. " I /promise/ you that!"

" My my... Such anger, ferocity. You'll be a fine specimen, don't you think so? Kabuto...."

" Hai, Orochimaru-sama..."

" Then it's decided..." He sounded with a grin before he moved to grab her hair, wrenching it to the side and exposing her neck while she squirmed and screamed. "Shh..." His voice slipped out, a sickening sweet tone " This will only hurt a little". He bit down with his extended fangs, injecting his curse upon the girl.

Pain, like never before ripped through her nerves, originating from her fresh wound where a oddly shaped mark formed. She screamed, pulling against her bounds so they clanked and rattled wildly.

"It hurt, it hurt, IT HURTS...!"

She bit down, gritting and grinding her teeth. Her hands clenched, nails digging into her palm to form half-moon indentations which bled black blood.

She screamed, her agony echoing through the cell she was kept and down the hall where many others were jailed, but then she fell silent. The girl slumped down as her body forced her to sleep, knocking her unconscious.

{ meanwhile... }

Kakashi walked throughout the town, not once, not twice but three times and yet he couldn't find this so called follower of orochimaru.

Was his informant wrong?

It was quite possible for that to be the case, like a game of broken telephone and two truths and a lie. Information could always be falsified, misheard or miscommunicated. It could also be that they missed the follower and he'd left before the two shinobis arrived- whatever the case was it didn't matter now. The man they were looking for wasn't here so they did not need to be.

He started walking back to where he had left Akemi, a certain haste in his pace. He had left her for so long and that sickening feeling had never left his gut. He had dismissed it several times throughout the day, attempting to focus, but still it lingered in the recesses of his mind. Now it was front and centre, the heavy, 'bad' feeling tugging at his gut and urging him to hurry.

It was annoying, worrisome, and most of all, distracting. A kunai whizzed towards him, and he barely got out of the way in time. His scattered thoughts costing him a cut on his cheek before he snapped back to attention, his eyes peering into the trees and his hand reaching for a blade of his own.

Several men stepped out of the shadows, sinister grins on their face and weapons in their hands.

" Ah, the famous Hatake Kakashi. I should've known it would not have been so easy to take you down like it was to take your subordinate." One of the man spoke with a grin,

His subordinate? Akemi... they hurt Akemi...

Instantly his face grew dead serious, a dark scowl forming on his lips. " What did you do to her?!" He demanded to know, anger heating up his form and causing him to clench his fists.

" It's not what we did that's important, but it's what they're going to do..." Another one sounded with a small smirk, cracking her neck as she brandished her blade.

"...You're dead. You all are so dead..." The Hatake's lips peeled behind his mask to form a snarl.

He lunged.

He was going to make them pay. For touching his student, his subordinate.

His Akemi.