Acquiring Sentence (discontinued)

Hated

Finished: Feb-16-2019
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Her eyes burst ope and she was up and standing like the world depended on it. She examined her suspicious surroundings. It definitely did not look like anything she'd seen before. It was a pitch black room with rectangular pillars as stepping stools. They varied in size, width, length and height.

Her head farted from place to place, trying to find out where she was and how she had gotten here. She bared her teeth at the thought of having been kidnapped or something of the sort. She was supposed to be a prodigy, and a great one at that. Rivaling even Itachi in mind skills and implementing her thoughts into actions. She dared not move from her place and stood on the wide rectangular surface she was on and took notice of the deathly and hollow silence of the room- or dimension if she were to give it a more fitting name.

She heard a small, almost empty noise coming from behind, and she twirled around, her eyes narrowed and her body positioned in a fighting stance. It was then that she recognized the figure. She scowled and dropped her ready position, crossing her arms and clicking her tongue.

It was that man. The one with the orange swirly mask, the one who dubbed himself as 'Madara'.

He chuckled and slowly clapped his hands in an eerie manner, making her more suspicious. She wondered why the hell he was here and how he'd taken her to this wretched place. It was cold and lacked life. As if Mother Nature has completely given up on it.

"We meet again, Shiru." Her name rolled off his tongue like it was a mere word that represented emptiness and void. Her lips marred into a frown and her eyebrows furrowed. She didn't like this at all. She didn't like not knowing things. Her dilemma proving so.

It was so frustrating not being able to know something you should have knowledge of. It feels like ripping your mind out and telling it to go find its way back inside your head. There was no sense of sight, hearing, or feeling. Just- nothing. You didn't know where to go and what to do. That was how she felt. Her stomach welled up with an unfathomable feeling that made her want to just fucking run away and die. She wanted to leave and rest in her bed and tell herself everything was alright and that Itachi was faking it all. She wanted to get rid of these unnecessary feelings that made her want to dig and hole and bury herself in it without any endless thoughts of worry and dread.

She just wanted it all to end. She just wanted everything to go back to being the same as before. She wanted Itachi back.

"Ho ho. Do you have any idea where you are, currently?" he questioned with a sly tone to his talk. She scowled yet again, wanting to just bash his head over a rock and let him die like that. But he was he key to her getting out of this place. Safe or not. She knew that she wasn't as strong as to be able to resist the strength of war torn and older and more experienced ninja.

"No," she forced out. He clapped his hands once, and she almost flinched at the sudden noise.

"You are in my kamui's dimension. Or pocket dimension," he informed. She stood still, thoughts maneuvering like strings that could be tugged and cut at any time.

"...Why?" she croaked out silently. He went quiet for a second before answering.

"Did you not want to leave that village? I pulled you here to avoid being seen as I go out of Konoha. It was a promise, was it not?" he stated devilishly. She sneered at his tone and looked away, sighing.

"I did and it was. But after I leave, what will I be doing?" she wondered with her hands in her sweatpants' pockets, but still wary.

"I'll be taking you to Orochimaru, of course," he responded cheekily. Bile rose up to her throat and she cursed herself for forgetting his part. She wasn't excited in the least. No. She was absolutely and terrifyingly scared. Her face paled and she subconsciously took and step back.

"I...yes," she breathed out. He grinned under his mask and approached her, putting a hand on her shoulder and coming close to her ear.

"Don't worry, you'll see your precious Itachi soon enough," he whispered to her. She froze and grabbed his resting hand tightly, crushing it under her hands. He winced, removing his hand from her clutches and retreating back to his place, scowling at his broken wrist. He looked at her impassive but stern face and couldn't help but shiver.

He had picked a right ally. She was going to become an important part to the completion of his plan in the future to come. He didn't count on letting her have her own way after killing Danzo. It was nothing a little genjutsu or brainwashing couldn't fix. She had a broken mind, and once the seal on her tongue is broken, he'd be able to freely sway her to his side. Of course, her training with Orochimaru would only help more. He'd have intel on that snake's plans and he'd be unstoppable later on. Yes. This would work in his favor, and nothing was going to get in his way.

He stared at the girl who would soon bring forth great destruction and flames. Ones that would swallow him whole as well as his fears and plans to conquer the world. He didn't know that she'd break his plan like a twig and trample all over it like it was measly trash. No one knew what she was thinking. Not even her.

She was someone who was going to be feared and tested. Someone the world wouldn't be able to handle with strings of a puppet.

Someone who would be heard but feared. Hated but broken.