Reversed Roles(Sasuke Love Story Sequel)

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CHAPTER EIGHT

~ A Few Days Later ~

By now, all of my team and Itachi had been interrogated, and now, finally, how many ever days later it was, my cell door opened. It was finally my turn. I was still too weak to move, they hadn't given me any food or water, and I'd been holding my piss for the past few days, and I probably reeked of body odor and mold, because this was an underground prison, and it was drippy. Not even criminals deserved this.

I was suddenly jerked up by my arms, but my knees just wobbled. They weren't holding me, so I fell face forward onto the stone floor, busting my face and probably leaving a gash on my cheekbone. Seeing that I couldn't move, the two people jerked me up from the floor and started dragging me down the long hallway. A door was opened and I was shoved into a very uncomfortable chair.

I snapped my eyes shut from the brightness of the room before cautiously opening them again, allowing them to adjust to the light. There were three ninja in the room, one of them being Ibiki Morino, the man who had complimented me during the fist stage of the chuunin exams.

"Hello Ibiki, I assume you're well, beating my team and all." I muse, trying to hide my weakened state, but it wasn't working whatsoever. Ibiki had been at my team for days on end, and he was probably at the end of his rope, having little patience, if he had any patience left at all, considering the fact that he's already had it out with Suigetsu and Karin.

"Shut up. Tell me everything you know about Orochimaru." Ibiki demands, leaning up against the table I was sitting in front of. So much for patience. My face draws up slightly in disgust at the mention of Orochimaru. Snake fucker.

"Orochimaru, that bastard. Well, I killed him, I know that much. He was working with the Akatsuki for a while, and experimented on people often, having me retrieve test subjects for him. I don't know, but I think he was trying to make the perfect vessel for himself. He also wanted my body, and my demon, and he wanted Sasuke's body too. That's why he agreed to train me in the first place. And that's all I can really offer you." I explain. Ibiki seemed pleased with this, for he didn't say anything else about it, but moved on to the next question of the interrogation.

"You said he was working with Akatsuki, and I was told that you were too for some time. Tell me whatever you know about them." Ibiki asks, more like demands, but this is where things get rocky. I'd only spent a day with the Akatsuki, not even a full day, we'd left the same day we got there.

"I don't really know anything about them, so that's all the information I can offer you." I say. The two ninja across the room look at each other with smirks on their faces as if they were hoping I'd say something like that, but Ibiki was angry. Itachi obviously didn't spill anything, and Karin, Suigetsu, and Jugo knew even less than I did, so they were of no use on the subject.

"You're lying!" Ibiki accuses as he walks around the table and jerks me forward by the collar of my cloak. I stare at him blankly, which seems to infuriate him, so he draws his arm back and punches me across the face. After he did that, I could feel the blood pouring from my nose. I hadn't made a sound however, and that seemed to piss him off more. He punched me in the face again, and the only movement was my head flying to the side before I slowly dragged it forward to look at him. He was seething.

"Tell me what you know." Ibiki demanded, now taking a kunai out of his weapons pouch. I eye it momentarily before dragging my hazy eyes back up to his face.

"I know nothing." I said. That was it. Ibiki growled lightly and raised his foot, firmly planting it in my stomach, causing me to soar backwards out of the chair and slam into the stone wall. I felt the blood drip from my nose and cheek, now falling down to mix with the blood coming out of my mouth from the impact.

Ibiki then walked forward and pointed the kunai at me, but when I said nothing, he lowered it and cut my cloak open before dragging the kunai down my arm painfully slow. I gritted my teeth to keep from making any noise, so the room was silent. The room was so silent in fact, that when loud noises started outside, it was clear. It sounded like someone was punching the walls. Stone on stone.

"HER BLOOD! I CAN SMELL HER BLOOD!" Jugo yelled maniacally and the banging noises continued. Ibiki's eyes went wide and his gaze snapped back to the two shinobi, before they flew to the door that had just been trampled down, where a panting Jugo stood. His gaze flickered around to room for me, and when he found me, he went on another rampage, about to kill Ibiki, who had my blood on his hands and weapon.

"Jugo, stop it. Go back to your cell." I demand weakly from the floor before Jugo can jump on the three ninja. At the sound of my weak voice, Jugo's body stops immediately, transforming back to normal.

"But (Y/n), they-" Jugo begins, a worried look on his face, but I cut him off, trying to keep him out of trouble.

"I know what they're doing Jugo, I'm the one they're doing it to. Just do as I say." I demand a bit more strictly. Jugo nodded his head with sad eyes before walking out of the room, closing the door behind him as Ibiki and the two other ninja stare at me wide eyed and confused.

"Why didn't you let him attack me?" Ibiki asks me. I chuckle dryly, humorlessly, before answering him.

"Because he would have killed you before you could even blink. If I wanted you dead, or anyone else for that matter, I could have slaughtered this entire village the moment I walked through the gates, but I didn't, because that was never my intention in the first place. I came to this village to protect it from a war that's coming, and very soon, the leader of it being Madara Uchiha, leader of the Akatsuki. You asked me what I knew, that's it. That's all I know." I say before spitting some of the blood out of my mouth, allowing my head to fall back and thump up against the stone wall.

"Is this the truth?" Ibiki asks, snapping out of his small daze and walking up to my body, grabbing my collar once more to face me. I roll my eyes at him before answering.

"I have no reason to lie. It would not benefit me in any way, or aid my own personal gain, so why waste my breath or my time on you?" I seethe at him. He hums lightly before releasing my collar, dropping me, and making my head thump harshly against the stone wall once more. Black spots now danced across my vision, considering that I had just been beaten, dropped, and cut several times and all within the hour.

"That's all I needed to hear. Take her back to her cell, their trials will be held tomorrow." Ibiki demanded before walking out of the room, probably to tell Tsunade what I'd said, leaving me with the two other shinobi.

"Get up, now." One of them says as he walks up to me with his arms crossed, a scowl present on his features. I scoff lightly and raise my hazy eyes up to him, trying not to move because it hurt too much to do so.

"I can't, you block headed imbecile." I spit. This obviously angers him, so he kicks me roughly in my side, causing me to gasp lightly and fall over, and for more blood to fall out of my mouth. That was going to bruise badly. He then motions to the other ninja who was just watching to come over and pick me up.

They both grab one of my arms and hoist me up before dragging me down the hall. Because of Jugo's commotion earlier, everyone was standing at the bars of their cells. Itachi, then Jugo, then Karin, and finally Suigetsu all watch with wide eyes at the two guards drag my bloody, bruised, beaten, and exhausted form back to my cell before throwing me on the thin mattress in the corner and walking off, slamming the cell shut behind them. As soon as their footsteps were gone, and we were the only ones down here, Jugo yells out.

"(Y/n), are you okay?" Jugo yells, only loud enough for it to echo down to me so no one else above us could hear anything. I was so tired that I didn't even answer him. I just closed my eyes and allowed myself to fall unconscious.

"(Y/n)?!?" Was the last thing I head before I completely passed out. Jugo yelling for me.