~Chapter Eight~
The first thing Winter noticed when she woke up was how dry her mouth was. It was as if the inside of her mouth was a mini desert with chapped lips to top it off. Her hair felts knotted and greasy, her skin was on fire from most likely a sunburn and she could feel her bare skin on damp sand.
Her eyelids felt as though they were glued shut and each weighed a thousand pounds. With a lot of effort and determination she finally managed to force her eyes open, blinking at the faint light streaming in through the crack in the wood cell she was laying in.
She slowly tensed and stretched each of her muscles carefully, eventually getting to a seated position.
The walls and ceiling were made out of a thick wood, the flooring a damp sand that stuck to her newfound bronze skin. Her gaz flickers down to her legs and she freezes. Gold bands wrap around her upper thighs, a short red and gold gypsy style skirt on her hips. She also hand a thin wire just above the skirt and her top ended above her belly button. She reaches up and feels a thin ring of metal around her throat, barely contained energy pulsating within.
A shock collar.
She swallows and stands up on trembling legs. This newfound body was so weak, and that terrified her. The jutsu the Anbu had placed on her was one of a kind, and it ensured no one could ever guess her identity unless she told them.
A metal grating sound vibrates around the cell and she winces at the sound, the door to the cell sliding open. Guards wearing all black and black masks stand at attention as a young man with a sickening grin saunters in.
He has a lean, muscular build with glowing red eyes. His hair was a dark black pulled into a long segmented ponytail that reaches down to his ankles. For some reason he has purple eyeshadow on that fades towards the middle of his eyelids. He wears an white Indian chunnari around his neck with a small, short sleeved black choli underneath it. It reveals his entire midriff showing off a lean stomach.
He also wears an Indian leg dress that cuts off at his ankles, his feet bare. Gold bangled bracelets line his forearms and a gold bangle necklace with a ruby in the center decorates his neck.
He's dangerous.
Her sense are on high alert, everything about the young man screams out intimidation and power. Her eyes wide slightly as she makes the connection, her heartbeat increasing slightly. So this was the infamous Black Sellout, Judal.
With a bounty of over three million ryo on his head and rumors of him being a significant figure in the black markets, all village shinobi were ordered to kill on sight. He was supposedly the last of an ancient clan with a kekkei genkai not even the Elders knew. And he was her ticket to complete her mission.
"Ah I see my newest fighter has woken up, I hope you like your new clothes." His voice is oily and smooth, each word calculated with precision. "Now that you've awakened it's time for you to meet the others. Come."
His words leave no room for argument and Winter walks forward, her spin locked tightly. He grips her upper arm with pale finger, steering her down endless hallways and intersecting stair cases. After descending at least five flights of stairs she finds herself staring at a large metal door, guards stationed on both sides.
The door shutters open and Judal shoves her in, grinning wickedly. "Have fun now, number eight two." The door slams shut behind her and she becomes aware of several pairs of eyes looking at her.
Soft white sand is underneath her bare feet and she stares out at the dozens of people in the room before her. It's in the shape of an oval and stretches far, ensuring lots of room. The few girls in the place are wearing outfits similar to hers, the guys usually wearing just indian style pants.
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Fanfiction𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒉. Sometimes ghosts come back to haunt you, and sometimes those ghosts never really died. When Winter returns to Kohona after leaving for nearly three years, it's clear to the others that something has c...