My Daughter

Prologue

(Toneri)

I sat in the car idle while waiting for my girlfriend's daughter to get out of school so we could head home for our movie night. I'd surprisingly had a very easy day at work and managed to leave early enough to get here before time. I had my phone in my hands and was wasting the time away on social media, something I came to regret, because I was too distracted to notice my attacker when he snuck up on me from behind the truck. As soon as I heard the door open I revered up the engine and locked the doors, thinking it was her. It didn't even occur to me that I hadn't heard the school bell for the end of her last period. I turned to say hi after buckling up only to find myself staring down the end of a gun barrel.

"Listen," he said in a deep voice," your going to do exactly what i tell you or else I'm going to have to pay to have your brains scrapped out of the cars interior, understand?" I nodded, already too scared to trust my mouth to formulate a proper response. His voice sounded very familiar, but i just couldn't tell who it was.

"Good," he continued and he relaxed back in the chair, his gun still trained on me, "we are going to wait for that little bitch together, and once she's inside you'll drive to this address." He handed me a piece of torn newspaper with the said address scribbled on the back. At that precise moment, the bell inside her school went and my heart dropped to my stomach. How I hoped she wouldn't see the car, or that a friend of hers had invited her to spend the rest of the afternoon with them. Hell, even if it had been some sort of freak accident that kept her at the nurse;s office, it would have been better than knowing that i had some bastard holding a gun to my head and waiting for her to come.

Unfortunately the universe and whatever deity that watched over us must have been sleeping, for it was only a few minutes before I saw her run down the stairs, hurriedly waving goodbye to her friends and rushing to get to the car. She had her mother's blonde hair and pale skin but the eyes were different. At fifteen and in high school she had already matured enough to be considered her mother's twin, or younger sister. The only difference between the two was their eye color and the size of their burst. While the girl had her mother's natural beauty and curves, she still had a long way to go before she could fill out properly to match her mother.

As I watched her get closer and closer I wanted to do something to make her stay away but I couldn't think of anything. Once she was a reasonable distance from the car, the thug in the back got down behind the passenger seat and jammed the gun in to my gut.

"Don't try anything stupid asshole," he said after noticing me open my mouth, "act like everything is normal and get her into the car." I swallowed a the lump of courage in my that as well as the warning i had planned to shout to her. She got the car, tapped on my window and waved enthusiastically at me while I did all i could to pass on the warning through my eyes. She didn't understand the pleading look in my eyes, much to my dismay, and she crossed over to the passenger side of the car. She loved to ride shotgun with me.

"Hey Mr. Tony," she said as soon as she opened the door. Without so much as a glance to the back, she threw her bag to the back seat and climbed in. "You won't believe what I went through today," she continued as she proceeded to close the door and buckle her seat belt. The minute she was strapped in the thug got up and put the gun to her temple and his gloved hand around her throat.

"Not a single sound little Missy, or else I'll have the unpleasant job of cleaning up your insides from the car." Too shocked to actually do anything, the girl just turned and stared at me instead. I could see all the fear and confusion in her eyes but I could offer no condolence. The gunman then turned to me and gestured to the paper in my hands with his gun.

"Drive," he said and I complied. After we hit the road, that'd when she came out of her dazed state. And then she went crazy with the questions. From 'who is this guy' to where are you taking me', she shot of a continuous stream and going by the way she was fidgeting, I could tell that the gunman's hand around her throat and gun were the only things keeping her from trying to open the door and jump out, or at least make some commotion in the car to attract attention. The directions i was given led us down some lonely roads, the type where people got mugged and killed for a handful of pocket change, and it wasn't long before I had to stop the car in front of a shady looking building.

Whether it was the huge amount of graffiti or the peeling paint, the large number of missing window panes or the dark stains(not surprisingly they reminded me of blood) on and around the walls, or just the neighborhood itself, something struck me with more fear than I cared to admit, and I instantly regretted not causing a fuss earlier, if only to get her away from the danger.

Movement in the building caught my eye, and I turned to watch as three other shady looking figures detached themselves from the building interiors and made their way to the car. Things looked like they were about to take a turn for the worst. Once they got to the car I opened they locks then the girl and I both got out of the car as per instruction from our gunman. Like him, they were all putting on masks which made it impossible to discern any of their looks, as well as full body armor that left no skin exposed or any weak point unprotected.

Once outside we were both marched to to the building and through a dark alley to the other side where we got into the building by means of an open door way. It led to a staircase and a few flights down we found ourselves in an underground parking lot where two other guys were waiting for us besides an unmarked van with tinted windows. One of the new additions had ropes and gags with him and I knew that once we were secured, it would be all over for us.

There were over a hundred feet of open space between us and the staircase was unguarded so in a flash of heroic(or moronic, depending on how you look at my situation) courage and desperation, I turned and landed a powerful knee to the crotch of the guy on my right followed by an elbow to the temples of the guy on my left. Caught off guard, our captors had no time to react before I landed quick and lethal blows to the guys standing by the girl's side.

"RUN!!" I yelled at her as I turned to face the other two who were closing the distance with powerful strides towards us. She Hesitated for only a split second before she shot off like a bullet from a gun chamber. Unfortunately that moment of hesitation was all it took. Due to their protective gear, the blows I had dealt our captors were almost pointless, for all they did was leave them surprised as though they never suspected me to try anything like escaping.  However one f them recovered fast enough to dash after the girl.

I turned to go after her pursuer, if only to give her enough time to get to the open street and find help, but soon as my back was turned I saw a flash of white as pain seared through the back of my head followed by the floor rushing up to meet my face. Instantly all the others pounced on me and started raining down kicks and blows as I rolled into a ball to protect my vital organs. A few minutes passed and they continued to rain blows on me, but I wasn't feeling them, because I was happy she had gotten away. That happiness was short lived however, when I heard her screams of protest as the other guy came back dragging her in.

"Hey leave him and come help me with this bitc- OWWWWW!!" He roared in pain due to her teeth which she'd suck in his arm, hard enough to draw blood. Immediately he pulled backed and gave her a back handed slap that sent her to the floor. "You wanna play rough, huh you little slut?" he yelled at her as he reached down and grabbed her by the hair. She whimpered in pain as he drew his hand back for another slap. He swung  his hand and was stopped an inch from her face by one of his friends. I raised my head of the floor high enough to see that it was the guy who put them in this situation.  He had an iron grip on his friend's hand and though no words were exchanged, the tension in the room was becoming very noticeable.

After a few minutes, the offender backed down and murmured a quick apology and let the girl go. The latter turned to the others who had all let out sighs of relief and nodded to them then in my and the girl's direction. They all moved to obey the unvoiced command and began tying us up and gagging us. While they were at it I noticed blood on one of the men that were tying us up. What freaked me out the most was that it was glistening, meaning it was still fresh.

They bound us hand and feet and unceremoniously threw me to the van floor. They treated the girl much more carefully though, which was a small comfort in such a situation, but a comfort non the less. Before they closed the door on us, the gunman, whom i now considered to be the leader, came and looked at me before taking off his mask.

"Its nothing personal Toneri, he said as i stared into those cold calculating eyes, "its just business."

(ToT)

And so it begins. this ain't my first Naruto fic, its just the first one that I've decided to see through to the end. Hope its as good for you as it is for me.