Kidnapped

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After he had woke up, he made breakfast and until then he never heard a sound coming from Izumi. He took her food downstairs. He opened the door and looked inside, she was still lying on the same place and same position that he had left her.

He placed the food down and walked to her side, trying not to break anything that was lying on the ground. He noticed that his whip was still lying in the room. When he reached her side, he placed his hand over her forehead but is wasn't unusually warm.

He smiled to himself when he came with an idea. He had his day off and well why not wash her. He went into the bathroom and let warm water run into the bathtub. He walked back to her bed and noticed that her eyes were unfocussed.

He took the blanket carefully from her body and took her body from the bed. He placed her down beside him, letting her lean against the bathtub. He stopped the water and felled if it was good enough for her. He nodded and petted her head for a moment.

He knelt down beside her and grabbed the waistband from her underwear. She moved a little but stopped. He looked up at her face and her head was turned to the side. He took the last piece of cloths that she was wearing off and threw it somewhere in the room before he took her body in his arms once again.

He placed her slim body in the warm water. He stood up and grabbed the soap that was lying beside the bath and started to wash her. When the soap came in contact with her back, she hissed a little. He placed the soap back on its place, washed the soap from his hands and placed his hand on her bruised cheek.

He splashed water over her body to get the soap from her. He took the showerhead from his place and made her dark hair wet. He could feel the fear coming from her body. Her body was tense and her eyes never met his.

He placed the showerhead back and took shampoo in his hand. It smelled like coconuts, her favorite smell according to the report. He placed his hands on top of her head and started smearing it all over her hair. He remembered the first time he saw her.

It was in the park and she was reading a book about a world with ninja's in, he couldn't remember the name of the book. She looked so happy and now so miserable. She let out a little sigh. Madara didn't knew if it was good or bad thing. Her body started to relax until she found out that she was letting her guard down.

He washed the shampoo out of her hair and stood up. He disappeared from the room. Izumi pulled the plug out and the water slowly disappeared through the little whole, to their freedom. Madara stepped inside and placed a navy blue bathrobe beside him.

He waited until all the water was gone before he took her out of the bathtub. He took the bleu towel and dried first her feet, legs and so up until he wrapped her hair in another towel. He dressed her in the bathrobe and took her back to her bed.

He placed her down and she went sitting with her arms around her legs and her chin rested on her knees. Madara took the plate with pancakes and warm milk, only it was warm when it came downstairs. He cut a piece from the pancake, took it on his fork and held it before her mouth. But when she didn't move to eat it, he frowned. "I will prove to you that it's not poisoned." He said and ate the piece. He chewed on it before swallowing. "see." He said and cut another piece from the pancake.

He placed it before her and her head moved before she ate the piece on his fork. She wasn't hungry but if she would get him mad again, she couldn't say if she would live again.

Piece by piece she ate the pancake. Madara was proud that she would finally eat. He took the plate back upstairs and placed it in the dishwasher. He felt happy because she was accepting him a little bit. He stepped back down and started cleaning the room from its mess.

He hung the cloths back into the wardrobe. The food from yesterday and the broken plate were next, he picked up a garbage can and placed all the pieces in it before he put it in the trash can. He placed her books back on the table and noticed that she never touched them. "you don't like reading?" He asked while his body turned to watch her. He could see that her blue eyes turned to him and then back to the wall before her.

Madara let out a laugh. "I know you like reading." He wanted her to talk but nothing came from her side. The doorbell rang and Madara ran upstairs. When he opened the door he saw Obito standing and of course he let him inside.

Izumi stood up from the bed and walked to the half open door. She knew that he would be standing upstairs with somebody and that person could save her, maybe. Her eyes met the whip that was laying on the floor, she took it in her hand before she walked slowly upstairs. She looked around the corner and saw a man that looked similar like her kidnapper.

They were still talking but on some point, the other man turned his onyx eyes to look at her. "Madara, I see she is still alive." Obito said to Madara who first didn't understand what he said but when he turned around he saw her looking at them while hiding behind the wall. "why does she have a bruise in her face, Madara?" Obito asked and Madara shook the question from his mind because he approached her.

"what are you doing up here, Izumi?" Madara asked her and she pulled something from behind her back. He took the object, what was his whip, from her and placed it on its place. When he turned back he saw her watching the inside of his house.

Madara turned around and went back to the conversation he was having with Obito. He couldn't punish her in front of Obito. Izumi came from behind her safety wall and went to see what sort of stuff he has. She first stopped at the television and it was bigger than hers at home. "Izumi no!" Madara said strictly. She walked away from the television and into the kitchen. She saw a fruit basket and a beautiful red apple. She turned back to see if he was watching her before she took the apple and took a bite from it.

She sat down in the corner of the room and enjoyed her apple. Until Madara came inside and saw her sitting. She was following every move he did with her blue eyes and hoped that he wasn't mad that she took his apple. "how is the apple? Good?" he asked with a smile on his face and she nodded, carefully.

A few minutes later, he came back inside after Obito left the house. He saw that her apple was done. "we are going back to your room." He said and offer her his hand. She stood up without taking his hand and went downstairs. She sat back down on her bed and saw that he followed her inside.

While he was cleaning the mess she made the day before, she was watching him. She waited for her punishment for going upstairs, but it never came. Madara sat beside her on the bed, just sitting. "I didn't know you liked apples." Madara said and his face turned to hers, she watched him from the corner of her eyes and nodded a little.