I will survive (naruto fanfic)

Ch 88

"I would like to see them in action." 

I am still up against the wall at this moment, tense as can be from this man intimidating me successfully. And now this? There is no way I'm going up against him now. 

"Got it," I sound quiet, and weak. I hate this feeling. I don't even look afraid anymore, just tired. He got me at a bad moment. No, he's just stronger. 

But that's ok, this man had everyone in the world shaking in their boots. One more won't help him. 

"Good," he finally took a few steps back, giving me some space. I let out a sigh as I relaxed a little, coming off the rocky wall with a grunt. I got scratched, probably not that badly but enough to sting. 

I let my sharingan deactivate as I don't want to use them too much. They need time to heal. And I don't want anything to go wrong. 

I knew he was trying to intimidate me, but that knowledge didn't do much when he released his chakra towards me. Showing me his killing intent was a good move on his part. 

But that trick won't work next time. At least not on me. 

"Where's my bag? All my things are in there, including what you want to see." 

Madara glanced at Pain, who then nodded his head. Pain then dropped my bag on the floor. 

Rude, that's my stuff. Those are my personal belongings. You treat me like I am lesser than. 

How dare you- 

No, calm down. You can't do this here. Just let it go and make sure everything is fine. 

I may not like you but I wouldn't insult you all like this. Not to your face anyway. 

"You break my stuff, you'll have to pay," I frown. 

To my knowledge, no one in the ninja world is experimenting with chakra like I am. So, to the ninja world, my stuff is priceless. 

But to my annoyance, my words weren't even registered. Like they just ignored me. No, they did ignore me. 

I rolled my eyes and bent down to take my bag from the floor. I sat down right then and there and started rummaging through my bag. 

Had to make sure everything was still there and that I had all my things because if there was anything missing, I would throw a fit. Looking through everything, it seemed like they were in place. 

Except... 

"Where are my katanas? Where are my Fans?" 

I leave my bag on the floor as I stand up. I need an answer. I will not let them take my stuff without a word from me. 

You cannot be the reason my family died and expect me to let you steal the last bit of my treasure from them. 

"I will keep your weapons for the time being, you have no need for such objects." 

"..." 

Oh...
Those words...
That choice of words... 

"Such objects?" 

My voice is sickly sweet. Laced with all the fake innocence I could muster. I smiled, yet I was not happy. It was rather sardonic, but amused. 

I just love his choice of words. 

"Such objects you say?" 

He, Madara Uchiha, is my last reason. My last restraint. Too much has happened for those words to leave a lasting impression, yet they have. 

He probably just threw those words together to lessen my questions. Yet, those thrown together words have made me the most angry. More so if they were just thrown together words to pacify myself. 

How dare he. 

My emotions are at an all time high, it is just one bad situation after another. 

First I get kidnapped at my most vulnerable after putting so much trust in Tsunade. I don't blame her, I blame myself. 

Even worse.
Even better.

Then Orochimaru betrayed me by releasing information which was the cause of my kidnapping, which was ordered by the man who caused my family to die. 

It's all one big circle.
All one conspiracy. 

Every decision I made caused another one to be set in motion. 

Every act I do.
Right or wrong.
Leads to my eventual undesired outcome. 

I feel something simmering beneath the surface. My breathing is steady, though my shoulders are rigid. 

I feel oddly calm.
Yet I know I am definitely not. 

My mind is clear.
Clearest it has ever been. 

I crossed my hands behind my back, holding one of my arms in a position that seemed like I was anxious. 

Anything but. 

My knuckles are white from the force of my grip, my other hand feels tingly from the lack of blood circulation. 

Such defiance from my part.
I don't care.

With the silence from my words, I used that to see if I could calm down. 

I can't.
I don't want to. 

Every now and then I quickly dart my eyes towards Pain and Konan. My piercing glances at them, my gaze sharp and unrelenting. 

They notice.
I let them. 

When I speak, I speak politely. I respond with curt, measured words. My tone even, but my eyes betraying the storm within. 

Ah, now I know what this is.
Now I know the feeling. 

My restrained frustration. 

My maintaining a facade of calm.
Yet my silence speaks volumes. 

This is Rage.

It feels... 

Unnervingly amazing.
An unnatural delight.

As if something malevolent is awakening inside.

A/n Ishi is angry. Lets see how she will handle her emotions now that they have boiled over. Let's see how Obito handles an angry Ishi. Also, it is exactly 1 year since I released the first chapter! Yay! Enjoy~