Unbroken Bonds

23: Sake

Yuna had spent her first year at the Akatsuki compound doing nothing but training. Considering she wasn't a full-fledged member and had no intention of becoming one, she used this period to work on her skills, especially her sharingan. Yuna had assumed Itachi would be the one to train her, but she usually ended up training with the masked man.

"You're still weak," he scoffed on top of her; in Yuna's current position, she found a little bit of humanity in him as his one singular eye glared at her from below. Yuna furrowed her brows in anger and started forming hand signs. The man anticipating her movement grabbed her left wrist and pinned it above her head.

"I can't send you on missions if I know you can't hold your own." He laughed, watching the girl grunt and struggle below him.

"Well, maybe I don't want to go on any missions for you," Yuna hissed before the hand holding her arm shifted to slamming her neck into the ground.

"You will do as I say, is that understood?" He seethed back. Yuna began to feel her throat closing up on itself as she struggled under his grip. The welt on her head from getting slammed made her vision blur.

How many times is this man going to choke me? This wasn't the first time this had happened, and with how my life here was going, I wouldn't assume this would be the last.

Yuna could feel her face turning blue as he released his tight grip. She slammed her body upwards into his as she gasped for air, and he pushed himself back. Then, focusing on him, Yuna realized he had moved farther away as he analyzed her gasping. She coughed once more before finally regaining composure and standing up.

"Fuck you," Yuna growled before falling onto the ground in a coughing fit as a loud laugh filtered from his lips. So he's seriously laughing right now?

"Oh, Yuna-chan, you never fail to be so utterly predictable," he laughed; in Tobi's voice. Yuna couldn't help but roll her eyes.

She felt herself cringing internally at his act whenever he pulled that voice around the other members. How could they believe he wasn't a sinister monster? Yuna had no idea. His hands had moved from his stomach, and he was sitting with his head cocked to the side; she could feel his eye on her, studying her every move.

"Just tell me what the hell you want from me already," Yuna sighed, pulling her knees to her chest, and buried her head into her stomach. When she raised her head again, he was staring at her.

"You've been spending too much time with Hidan," he grumbled as he reached out toward the Kunoichi before him; Yuna looked up at him, confused, as she grabbed his hand. Warmth. His gloved hand was warm; the heat that spread through her felt like a campfire. Excitement coursed through her veins at his touch.

"Yeah, well, Hidan is bearable to be around occasionally, plus the jackass is fun to drink with," She grinned as Madara pulled her up.

"Is that what you two do together?" Yuna gasped, shock radiating throughout her body at the sound of his voice. It wasn't Madara's voice, nor was it Tobi's voice; was this his authentic voice? If so, it was completely different. Raspier, softer, almost human-like. Yuna's brows furrowed in confusion as she watched his movements, his hand dropped from her own, and his actions became anxiety-ridden.

"Well, this is amusing," Yuna giggled to herself as he struggled to regain his composure from the slip-up.

"Tell no one of this," his Madara voice appeared, and another chuckle roused out of her mouth.

"I already know the drill, but as fun as this has been. Unfortunately, although I plan to attend other events tonight," this has not been fun.