Naruto Fanfic - Prisoner of Nightmare

Chapter Forty-Eight[XLVIII]: Red Waves - IX

   Uzumaki Kenko walked with his arms and legs bound in chains, the blindfold still wrapped around his eyes. He stumbled, playing the part of a weak little boy, and earned a hard jab to the back by one of the men escorting him to what he knows is an auction. He sensed the presence of many people, namely civilians and few shinobi, standing around in a room a few meters in front of him.

   "How much do you think this one will sell for?" the man on his right asks, jabbing Kenko in the back once more. Kenko staggers but remains upright, not saying anything nor fighting back. It's not time yet.

   "At least seven-hundred million yen, nine-hundred if the brat stays quiet the whole time," the man on his left says, greed laced thickly in every word he says.

   The man on the right laughs. "One of the best-behaved brats we've had, I'm almost sorry we have to sell him. I want to keep him instead."

   "Hey, don't let the boss hear you say that, if we do everything he says then he might just gift us some women." They both laugh, and Kenko almost smiles. He's going to enjoy the feeling of slicing their throats open very, very much. They both suddenly go silent and a door creaks open, murmurings and laughing meeting Kenko's sensitive ears.

   He doesn't need to see to know that the people here are in a happy mood, conversing casually with one another and talking about what slaves they hope to buy this time around. Kenko senses another signature comes from the other side of the stage, one of the women who was in the crate with him, the same one who said that someone will save them.

   There's sudden applause, cat-calling by both men and women, comments about how they must buy this woman or the little boy. Kenko clenched his teeth and narrowed his eyes but didn't say anything, obediently coming to a stop beside the woman on the front of the stage so everyone could see them. Inspect them for any flaws that would make them less desirable.

   Kenko tunes out the auction, closing his eyes as he spreads his sixth sense to its complete maximum. He finds that they're underground, the rest of the kidnapped people in a large storage room a floor below this one. It seems that he and this woman are the first ones to go up for auction, perfect. That makes this much easier to do.

   "Do I hear eight-hundred million yen?" The auctioneer calls out.

   "Eight-hundred fifty million!" A woman shouts out.

   The call is shortly followed up by a man yelling, "Nine-hundred ten million!"

   Well, that's a bit flattering, Kenko has to admit. Even if this isn't his body, it's a bit endearing that people think he's worth so much money. Kenko smiles sharply, making a few people falter in their talking. He interrupts the auctioneer in an even but loud tone, "Well, personally, I'm flattered you people think I'm worth that much." The man on his right tries to jab him in the rib but Kenko side-steps it. "But, I've grown bored of this charade, so it's about time for you to die."

   There's outrage from the audience, and the men on his side try to subdue him but Kenko easily jumps away. He breaks the chains on his wrists and ankles in one smooth movement, making the audience gasp. Kenko can sense the shinobi in the audience become very alert, clearly sensing that something is about to go very wrong.

   He takes off his blindfold, squinting at the bright light for a moment before looking at all the people in the audience. They have masks on, of course, but that doesn't stop Kenko from saving each other their chakra signatures in his mind. He stretches nonchalantly, joints a bit stiff from being curled up in that cage for about seven days. The man who was on his right grabs a dagger from its holster and tries to stab Kenko.

   Kenko casually grabs the man's wrist, stopping him in place. He turns to the man, smiling sadistically at the look of horror in his eyes, and then proceeding to crush all the bones in his wrist with a sickening crunch. The man screams, and Kenko plucks the dagger the man drops from the air. He stabs the man in the throat, killing him instantly.