Sequel to 'Twin of the Cherry Blossom'
Three years passed as she lived with the Akatsuki, Tsuki finally managed to control Cerridwen. Gaining the power of the Goddess' Dark Prophecy, the Underworld, and the Moon. Being in par with the S-Rank crimina...
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing that belongs to Naruto, I only own my story and my OC, Tsuki, because I have no life :3
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To my readers out there, I would STRONGLY recommend to read the book called 'Three Lost Souls' by Sasu_Naru_Saku. It's barely at their beginning chapters, but it's a great story, just give it a chance, you'll like it.
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Btw, I drew the cover \(^_^)/
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Chapter 16: Prepping For Destruction
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Tsuki's POV It's been a few days, maybe longer, that I've been chained to the chair. I'm suffocating in room that's filled with dead silence. Well, apart from Cerridwen trying to convince me to forgive her, but how can I trust her again when she used me, lied to me. Even if I do forgive her our relationship will never be the same. I'll always second guess her, doubting her.
My solitary wasn't a paradise, no, it was hell. I didn't get to rest. Everyday for I don't know how many days, Madara entered the room and tortured me. Either it was mentally, emotionally, or physically, he hurt me. He kept taunting me on how no one cares about me or how they never loved me and how they're only using me for their personal gain. He mocks me, telling me that I'm a burden, that I'm weak, useless, dead weight, that I'm a no body, that I'm just a piece of trash. Some days he just straight out beats me, slapping me across the face multiple times leaving me bruised, punching my stomach until I cough up blood, and he would starve me making me weak and unable to heal faster.
I don't know why Madara has a personal vendetta against me, but he enjoys hurting me. Maybe it was for all the times I beat him when he had the 'Tobi' act. Maybe it's life telling me that my existence doesn't matter. Maybe it's just my luck that sucks. Or maybe he's just a plain pshyco who enjoys ruining people's lives.
But at least there's one good thing about this extended term of torture. I got my sight back. Not all of it, but I could see. Well, if you count blurriness as vision, then yes.
Looking down at my thighs, I wheeze with ragged breaths as my mouth tastes like iron. My pale pink greasy locks curtain my face as I have no energy to move since the cuffs are draining all my chakra. My empty stomach grumbles weakly as it aches for food. My chapped lips cry out for something to drink.
My attention snaps when I hear the lock click. The noise of the doorknob rattling fills my ears as it echoes through the air. Soon the creak of the heavy wooden door pierces my ears. I don't dare looking up, I'm too exhausted to even try. The sound of footsteps amplifies the room, bouncing throughout the walls. The sound stops as the person stands in front of me.
