Blue Sharingan

Chapter 5

****A/N Strong language ahead mateys. Also main dark part is here. If you cannot handle violence or torture of any sort, please do not read. Non-Con and trigger warnings as well. You have been warned****

She didn't know how long she had been left alone but it felt like days to her. She felt so drained from all the tears that had fallen from her eyes. After much wiggling and turning, she was able to get the blindfold off of her eyes. Searching the room, she looked for some way to get out of the cuffs that held her there. The way that her hands had been chained, she was unable to do hand signs for a jutsu that would set her free.

The room kept getting colder and colder as she waited for her host to show up again. Shivering, Meeka noticed that most of her items were across the room in the corner, including most of her clothes. She had been so preoccupied with escaping that she hadn't noticed that all she had on was her black bra, black tank top, and black underwear.

"Well, Hell." She whispered to herself as she laid her head back down. Her neck was starting to kill her from all the looking around she had done. As she relaxed in her shackles, she stared up at the ceiling.

'I wonder if he would really come for me.' Sighing to herself, she tried to push the thoughts away before the memories flooded in.

However, she didn't need to push too hard as her captor came into the room. Zabuza's presence pushed back the kunoichi's thoughts well enough on his own. Looking at him, she began to take note of his features. The gauze around his face was still the same.

'what is he hiding behind it?' the young woman thought to herself, 'or does he think he looks cool like that?' Without meaning to, Meeka accidentally released a giggle that slipped away from her.

As he watched her, he was surprised by the giggle that was coming from her. Confusion could be seen crossing his face quickly followed by amusement and annoyance. He was beginning to like her and her fire.

"What is so funny Uchiha?" Zabuza asked as he made his way over to her, his gravelly voice pulling her from her thoughts. Once by her side, he gently caressed the slip of skin that was showing between the undershirt and panties left on her. The girl shivered in either disgust or pleasure. He didn't really care what the reason was. He only cared that he caused such a reaction from the hard-headed kunoichi. Zabuza had no taste or desire to physically 'torture' her. He was more into the mental warfare aspect. Although, if she did not give him what he wanted, he would resort to other aspects of torture. Ones that would haunt her for the rest of her puny life.

She remained silent as he fingers slowly traced her skin. His touch felt strangely good to the young kunoichi. Meeka was disgusted and ashamed that her body was betraying her. Not even Itachi had touched her besides simple hugs that were constantly supervised.

Smiling behind the bandages that covered his mouth, Zabuza moved his hand up under her shirt. Inching higher and higher, he could feel her body tensing up. She was blushing furiously from the intimate touch. It had been quite a while since he had touched a woman. He liked being able to get a reaction from someone so difficult.

"What's the matter, girl?" with a smirk on his face, he asked the most obvious question.

Turning her eyes towards him, she glared at him with such hate...and lust that it startled him slightly. Her body was burning up from his gentle touch and she hated him for it. She hated herself for enjoying his vile touch. How could such an evil man cause such a purely sexual reaction from the gentle caresses that were attacking her senses? Shaking her head, she tried to ignore his hand as it made its way closer to her breasts under her shirt.

'This might get interesting after all.' he thought to himself.

"What do you expect to get out of this?" She asked defiantly. Zabuza could hear the hatred in her voice as she spoke to him. He also heard the breath hitch in her throat. He was going to enjoy this 'torture' session with his prisoner. Without answering, he removed his hand from under her shirt. He could see the visible relief cross her face as her body relaxed. Little did she know, he was far from over with her. Grabbing a kunai from his pouch silently, he leaned closer to her left side.

"You will end up enjoying this session, whether you like it or not," Zabuza whispered into her ear as he slid the kunai under the straps on her left shoulder. Before she could react, he had cut away the straps of her bra. Fuming, she leaned forward and bit his shoulder as hard as she could. Blood filled her mouth as she heard him curse and jerk away from him. Meeka spat out the blood to the side before she could choke on it.

"You little bitch!" Zabuza cursed at her as he drew back his left hand and slapped her hard across her face. Cursing again, he stepped away from her holding pressure to the new wound on his body. He could see that he had overdone it. She was losing consciousness as he was walking towards the door. 'Hell if I care, stupid bitch.' Zabuza thought to himself as he walked out of the room.

Stars crossed her vision after he slapped her senseless. She could taste her own blood in her mouth. Darkness was slowly creeping towards her. Meeka figured that she probably had a concussion from his blow. As she gave into the darkness, she heard the door open and slam shut as Zabuza exited her 'room'.

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Upon regaining consciousness, Meeka was barely able to grasp her surroundings. What had thrown her off was her new position. She had been turned onto her stomach and stripped of her bra. The little bit of coverage that the undershirt gave her was only slightly comforting. Her underwear was still left in place. The kunoichi was quite thankful for that little bit of reprieve. At least until she felt hands caressing her lower back. Tensing up, she slowly turned her face towards her captor.

Zabuza was looking straight into her eyes as his hand slowly crept to the edge of her panties. He held all his emotions in check as he watched her emotions dance across her face. He had no desire for the kind of torture that many ninjas would place upon women. In fact, he quite detested that kind of torture. She didn't need to know that though.

"Are you going to be more cooperative?" He asked her as their eyes stayed connected. He could see her body moving more as her breath hitched in her throat. A red flush was starting to crawl down her body from her cheeks.

"Or will I need to get rough again?" This time, he grasped her right side and pinched as hard as he could, causing her to scream out in pain. He released her body and just watched Meeka writhe on the table. Tears were running down her face again as she held her head down to the table. 

"A strong member of Anbu should not be crying. A bit pathetic, don't you think." Zabuza sniped at her form before he noticed another mark underneath her Anbu tattoo. Leaning in, the rogue ninja noticed that there had been a brand there. Straightening himself up, Zabuza thought back to the fight earlier. He knew he had seen her before but was not sure until now when he saw her scarring. 

'This has gotten to be very interesting. Maybe I should send out a message then.' Zabuza thought as a smirk appeared underneath his bandages. Before he could goad her into anger, a knock came from the hallway. Eyeing her once more, he threw a blanket over her. He could not have unwanted guests taking away his new toy.