The Masked Jounin ~A Kakashi x Reader~

Chapter Eleven

It had been two weeks since your kidnapping. Team 7's mission should have just been ending by now. No one from Konaha has been looking for you, given the fact they think you're still on your mission.

It pains you to think that it is now up to Team 7, the team you had abandoned, to rescue you.

The Damsel in Distress has never been your kind of act, but this wasn't an act. You'd like to think you were more of a Warrior in a state of Wretchedness.

Yeah, good title.

You had been tied to the same chair for two weeks, not allowed to move at all. He fed you once a day, after you bit off the tip of his pinky he always made a joke about you not needing food since you "ate his finger."

God people could be so sensitive.

You could have really used a shower too. You could feel the oil in your hair without even touching your head. You could see the dirt and dust gathering on your clothes, your bare thighs a dirt brown color.

You sighed, instantly regretting it. Your breath was so wretched, you could smell it yourself every time you opened your mouth.

This was torture to you, but hey, at least now he won't try to touch you like he did last time.

"Drink up you stupid winch." He said as he put a cup to your dried, cracked lips.

"Today's the day we get what we want." He stated as he yanked my greasy hair back, his own stench feeling my nostrils as he stands close.

"God Damn! Is what you want a shower? Come on dude. I know I smell bad but I have no choice, you could at least leave and take care of your hygiene." You retort in disgust, only causing him to yank your hair harder.

"Oof harder daddy!" You moaned out jokingly. You loved to make him uncomfortable. Sure he might have put his hands on you before, but you knew that was a tactic to scare you. I mean he was obviously gay.

Maybe it was his voice, the way he walks, the way he moves his hands? Or maybe it was the fact you saw him kissing on the other dude that was there with y'all.

G A Y. There was no mistaken it.

"Stop that! You freaking, weirdo." He said as he blushed and walked away, but not before giving me a hard smack on the head.

"We received a letter from someone in your village. We left one for them at the front gate, and in the exact same spot the next day was a letter from them.

"They're coming to get you tonight, but if you try anything funny, I will kill you on the spot." He said as he waved his knife around.

"Why did you even kidnap me? What could you possibly benefit from that?" You asked, stupidly.

"One word sweet heart. Money." He rubbed his fingertips together, signaling the typical sign for money. "And lots of it."

"If you think they are going to trade even the slightest of currency for me, you're more pathetic and dumb than I thought you were!" You spit at him.

You knew you weren't worth a penny, you were going to be stuck there forever.

"He is definitely pathetic, and definitely dumb. But so are you if you think we wouldn't be coming for you." You recognized that soothing, nonchalant voice.

Just the sound of it gave you goosebumps all over your body.

Not hearing it for three weeks has really affected you more than you know.

"Ah, Kakashi Hatake. Otherwise known as the Copy Cat Ninja." Your kidnapper turns and faces your Sensei, who is sitting crouched down on a rock, as if waiting to pounce.