Loyalty (Sasuke Uchiha)

VIII: Date

"You will apologize to the Lord of this island, or else I will strip you of your water abilities, along with your chakra for the next two weeks. Perhaps I'll even allow Sasuke to use you as his own personal punching bag."

After I had bitterly apologized to the young Lord because of Father's horrifying threat, Kotaku had opened his arms and allowed us to stay for as long as we liked, only if he could spend some time with me whenever he wished for it.

Father happily accepted his offer, telling Kabuto, Sasuke, and myself that this island is the perfect place in which we wouldn't be discovered. The Leaf Shinobi had other problems to deal with, those problems being the Akatsuki coming for Naruto, so we didn't have to worry about them getting close to us any time soon.

Father was spending time with Sasuke to improve his training, while Kabuto was off probably scheming something.

Which left me, alone, with Lord Kotaku, in his castle.

"You look very beautiful today, Miyako! As you do everyday.." He barged into the room, greeting me as his servant worked on my hair. I felt his eyes scanning my entire body and I wanted to cringe in disgust.

"Thanks." I mumbled.

I was dolled up once again, this time in a far more expensive kimono. This kimono was black with intricate silver and gold designs that made me look like royalty. I learned just a few minutes ago that this one was near impossible to rip, as I had tried.

Kotaku's servant was putting my long dark auburn mane into a fancy bun on the top of my head, letting a few strands of my bangs hang loose on the sides of my face. I had slapped her hand away when she tried to apply makeup on me, leaving her with a bruise. I felt bad right after so I allowed her to put minimum makeup on my face, and so she did, applying color to my cheeks and lips.

All through that I was slumped down in annoyance, glaring at my reflection.

This doll stared right back at me with equal intensity and annoyance, her striking left golden eye swirling with a black mist, her right eye a calm crystal blue. Only when I am not feeling any negative emotions does my left eye revert back to its original shade of the crystal blue.

But since Orochimaru fucked up with literally every nerve and cell in my body, and since I usually never feel any positive emotions, my eye color changing was out of the case.

She looked so ridiculous with those eyes, thanks to the idiot Father of mine screwing with my eyes, causing my left one to turn a similar shade of gold as his.

"You are finished, my lady." The servant said with a small shy smile as she stepped away.

"Oh my god." I gasped.

"What?!" The servant and Kotaku said in unison.

"I look like... I look like... A WHORE!" I snapped, punching the mirror in front of me as it shattered into hundreds of pieces.

"My lady, please calm down! You look fine, I promise!" The servant assured me as I stood up, wiping the broken glass off my kimono.

I snapped around to meet Kotaku's wide eyed expression as his lips twitched upward in fear.

I faked him a sweet little smile.

"Well, shall we go now, Lord Kotaku?" I smiled with my eyes, using the most innocent voice I could muster up.

"Y-yes, of course!" Kotaku said as he quickly straightened up and approached me with a nervous glint in his eyes.