All Eyes On You

7

You woke up to be greeted by the darkness, and Madara caressing your face. You instantly jerked back out of instinct, and looked up to notice it was night, and everybody never came back. "Where's everybody?" You demanded, grabbing your medication and quickly taking it. He grinned widely, gripping your chin and pulling your face forward. "They're out of the way." He chuckled, causing your eyes to widen and your heart dropped at his words. "what do you mean.."

You slapped his hand and pushed yourself off of the bed. Something was definitely wrong. "Where are they." You growled, shoving your container of pills into your pocket and limping towards the door. Madara grabbed you by the hips and spun you around, holding you against himself as he eyed your horrified expression, reflecting the beautiful moonlight. "I can show you, if you like." He whispered against your ear, his hand sliding into his pocket. He pulled out pictures and showed them. You nearly gagged.

It was the picture of you and Deidara making out. The picture of you with no top. "What the fuck.." you blurted, trying to get away from him. "Hey, calm down." He chuckled, releasing your hips but grabbing your wrist. "I told you I'll take you to them." He smirked widely as he began to pull you along. You followed, anxiety and a bad feeling flaring through your stomach. "Where are you taking me?" You asked as he pulled you into a passengers seat and buckled you up.

"Well of course, I'm taking you to your friends. But just in case, I'm going to have to make sure the surprise isn't ruined." He huffed as he sat in the driver's seat, and pulled out a syringe. Your eyes widened, and you tried to flee but he quickly grabbed you and held you in place. "Love, you'll have to stay still or I might hurt you. We don't want you to die now, do we?" He cooed, holding your thigh down and injecting it into your thigh. Your eyes widened as he tossed the syringe aside and kissed you on the cheek. What the fuck did he inject into you?

You went with your last solution and screamed, kicking at him and managing to land a blow on his chest. "Fuck off, you creep!" You snarled in anger as you hooked your fingers to the door, only for him to pin you against the seat, his hands strongly gripping at your wrist and making you feel like you would bruise later on. "If you keep on screaming I'll give you a real reason to scream." He growled, glaring at you. Fear instantly overtook you and you calmed down, sitting silently as he began to drive.

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You gasped and jolted up, your breathing fast as you began to hyperventilate. Obito stood up and rushed over to you, unsure of what to do. "Y/n, calm down. I'm here." He whispered as he gently placed a hand on your lap. His eyes widened as he noticed you were crying now. He didn't know what to do at this point. "I'm sorry." He finally spoke. "What do you mean, Obito? You didn't do this to me.. right? Come on Obito.. don't tell me you're behind this." You cried softly in desperation; in complete denial.

You stared at him and looked down. Your wrists and legs were tied together, while a stone room surrounded you. You sobbed harder at his apology. "Why is this happening? Where is everybody?" You asked him, wanting to see everybody. That was when Madara walked in, arms crossed as he stared at you. He reached out for you face, and you immediately flinched away in fear, eyes screwed shut as you leaned harder against the chair you were tied to.

He grabbed your face and yanked you forward, a bitter look on his face. "Look at me." He ordered. You managed to lift your gaze to meet his. His hands smelled like blood. What was he doing? Why did he smell like blood?

"Obito, you may leave."

Obito opened his mouth to object, but instantly shut his mouth and left, worried for you. "Now, why don't we dance?" He grinned as he untied your arm and pulled you onto his lap. He grabbed a knife and tore your shirt off. It was definitely a mistake you didn't take your lingerie off. You stayed still and stared wide eyed at the knife as he moved down to your baggy sweatpants and cut through it, ripping it off.

"I got rid of your manager for you." He purred into your ear. You could've guessed, but your eyes widened and you couldn't move. Here you were, in front of a murderer with a knife. What could you do? A shaky breath left your lips as he grabbed your hands and kissed them, being delicate and gentle with you. Almost as if he had done nothing wrong. Like he had believed he was in the right for doing all of this for you.

"Where's everybody? Where's Deidara?" You demanded. This seemed to set him off, as he grabbed you by the neck and yanked you up. "It seems you still care for that man." He growled, his grip on your throat firm and deathly. "But if you so badly want to see them, why don't I do so." He grinned as he dropped you, causing you to land on the ground with a thump and gasp for air. You lift your head and saw him walking off, so you scrambled after him.

He opened the metal door and led you on further into the dimly let halls. As you two walked, he pulled his coat off and threw it over you, which you gladly accepted. He eventually stopped in front of another door, and pushed it open. There you saw everybody. Deidara, Sakura, Hinata, Naruto and Konan. All of them looked badly hurt and were unconscious, but Deidara looked the worst. He had blood trickling down his mouth, bruises all over him along with cuts. You pushed Madara and ran up to him. "Deidara." You desperately gasped, shaking him. Eventually, he opened an eye and looked at you.

"Y/n.." he managed to whisper out, relieved to see that you were alive and safe. "You have to leave." He whispered, shifting as far ahead towards you as possible. "Please, leave this place and don't let him hurt anybody else for me, un." He smiled reassuringly, before he coughed up more blood, which landed on your face. Madara scoffed and shook his head. "I'm only allowing this because you saved my precious Y/n." Madara grinned, staring at you. You eyed your own lingerie then his pocket, reminding yourself that there was a knife in there. Slowly, you placed your hand in the pocket and noticed more sharp stuff. The best thing you found was a shard of glass. For whatever reason it was in there.

You pulled it out and stuck it to the palm of your hand, making a fist and ignoring as the sharp edge pierced into your palm. "Deidara.. I promise we'll all be safe." You smiled, grabbing his hands that were tied together. You placed the shard into his hand before pulling away, grief and fear visible in your gaze. "Is that all, dear?" Madara smiled warmly as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulling you close.

I promised him. I promised him.

You continued to repeat those words in your head before leaning into his embrace, a smile visible on your face. A smile was your skill. Maybe dancing at the club did you some good. "Yes." You whispered, walking away first. Deidara watched as you walked away but didn't dare to look into what you put on his palm until you two left. "Y/n!" He called pleadingly as you two stepped out the door. The way he called your name caused your heart to shatter. Like he feared he could never see you again after this. You couldn't blame him.

 Madara eyed Deidara with hatred before spinning you around and leaning in. Your eyes widened at his action, and if this was a normal situation you would have smacked him across the face but this certainly wasn't a normal situation. It was technically a fight or flight situation for you, and you decided to fight in a way. Keeping your disgusted emotions to the side, you allowed him to kiss you and you kissed back, closing your eyes as you silently pleaded this would satisfy him for now. You wanted to throw up. You felt endlessly disgusted with yourself. You wanted to wash your mouth out with soap and weep on the ground. 

You knew Madara felt satisfaction when he saw Deidara's dreaded expression. Slowly, Madara pulled out a gun and pointed it at Deidara as he kissed you. Without thinking, you shoved him back right as he shot, causing him to shoot somewhere else. Something told you that you definitely made a big mistake. Perhaps you had bitten off more than you could've chewed, but you felt no dread nor remorse. Only anger.