Imprisoned (Orochimaru/Oc)

"Ugh..." A small voice grunted. Looking around, the owner of the voice realized something. She couldn't see. Her blue eyes could only fail to gather any light. She shifted her head from side to side, and then reached to run a hand through her chesnut colored hair, only to find that something was keeping her from doing so. There were shackles around her wrists! Not only that, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. Oh wait, she was wearing a blindfold! No wonder she couldn't see!

Well, now she couldn't see because light flooded her vision and she couldn't handle it. Squezzing her eyes shut, the prisoner moaned, "What the hell..."

"Shh..."

"Shut the hell up. Where am I?" The girl asked, wanting badly to cover her eyes with her hands.

"Where do you think?"

"How the hell am I supposed to know?" The girl practicly screamed this time.

"Akaharu-chan, quiet your voice."

"Akaharu? Who the hell is Akaharu?"

"Who else? You."

The girl stared at this figure. Her eyes began to adjust to the light and she saw the features of the man. Tall, dark, like a snake in every way. She bit her lower lip and her eyes widened. Orochimaru. One of the legendary Sannin... "What the hell is going on?!"

"Kukuku... It's interesting how you say something like that, and yet you're still trembling," The serpent of a man purred.

"Bastard..." Akaharu knew he was right. She was trembling, and it was out of fear. But that wasn't the only reason.

"Are you hungry?"

"Stop changing the subjec-"

A growling noise could be heard, and Akaharu's eyes narrowed, as if she was angry with herself for showing that tinyest sign of humanity.

"I'll not bother asking again."

"Screw you."

The man sighed. He didn't seem too interested in the fact that Akaharu was less than willing to go along with ANYTHING that the man said. But he had already planned out every step of her stay here.

There was silence. Complete and utter silence.

Until it was shattered by Akaharu's growling stomach. Again and again, this happened. It must have been twenty minutes of this before Akaharu finally gave up on trying to get the man to answer her question. "Ok, I'm hungry."

"Good."

"'Good?' What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" This time, Akaharu felt a slap across her face. And it wasn't even from the obvious captor, but someone else.

Nerd.

"Hold your tongue!" The nerdy white-haired guy said impatiently.

"Then someone tell me what the hell is going on!" Akaharu protested.

"Kabuto-kun, let me speak to you for a moment."

"Yes sir," Kabuto said as he started to walk outside of the room, being followed by Orochimaru. The door was closed, and the dim lighting grew somehow dimmer. However long they spent out there, it was too long, and when they got back in, Akaharu had a few choice words that she wanted to get out.

But, before she could do ANYTHING, she felt a kick to her stomach that made her double over into it, spitting out blood. The next thing she knew, her hands were unshackled, then reshackled, and then the same with her feet. Kabuto hoisted the girl onto his shoulder and began to walk.

"OI! Put me down you nerdy freak!" Akaharu protested as she continued to unleash a flurry of angry kicks at the mans back. But, from this angle, that wasn't all that effective.

"Stop talking. You'll need that energy."

"What the hell are you talking about? I DON'T SPEAK FUTURE TENSE GEEKWAD! What the fuck are you... saying..." Akaharu found herself growing drousy as she tried to speak, until she finally had passed out.

OOO

Akaharu awoke, lying on her back. She shivered, not in fear, but because this place was not only damp and dark, but was also colder than a winter's night. She looked around. This time, there was enough light for her to see, so she could assume that she wasn't blindfolded like before.

Once again, the words, "Where am I?" Came to mind. And to the eardrums of anyone within the room.

"Orochimaru-sama," the same silver-haired nerd from before said. "She's awake."

"Kukuku..."

There was that creepy, sadistic cackle again. It seemed that it was Nerdy's cue to leave, which wasn't exactly a reassuring thing for little Akaharu. "What's going on?"

The serpent man said nothing as his hand began to glow with Chakra.

"OI! What the fuck's goi-" Akaharu was silenced by the feeling of her stomach being crushed beneath the chakra-enhanced strike to her stomach that left her breathless.

Akaharu wanted to scream, the pressure on her somach felt like it was literally crushed. Yet she somehow knew that it wasn't. That would be a fatal injury, and it didn't feel like her captor was about to let anything progress that far.

"Kukuku," The sadist cackled. His eyes trailed over to Akaharu's, and he glared at her with such a gaze that it was enough to confirm the girl's suspicions. This would not be pleasant.

The sannin's hand removed, Akaharu took a deep breath and spewed out the words, "Are you going to kill me?"

"No, rest assured, Akaharu-chan. I have no use for another corpse. Not if it's yours."

"Whaddo you mean?"

"You'll find out," Orochimaru said with a grin.

Akaharu didn't know why this was happening to her. Why did a SANNIN take her against her will, when she wasn't even a shinobi? Her questions went unanswered as Orochimaru allowed his hand to trail down her her knee. His hand didn't appear to glow like it had last time, although this wasn't anything good. She felt his fingers drum on the cap of her knee, and she knew she couldn't expect anything less than what was coming.

Pain.

A sickening cracking noise could be heard within the room, although it was soon drowned out by the sound of Akaharu's scream. The girl was young, only ten years old. Why was this happening to her?

More screams followed, each with a pause between them in which nothing but a whimper would be heard. That was until the third time, when instead of a whimper, the sound of skin slapping skin could be heard.

"Why don't you learn to be more obedient, Akaharu-chan?" The serpent inquired, not seeming to be talking in that hissing purr of a voice to Akaharu, but rather, at her.

Akaharu bit her lower lip, the tears streamed down her face. Did she deserve this? The next thing she knew, a seal appeared on her belly.

"I thought as much," Orochimaru said, studying the seal with a sort of twisted glee. "Amnesia can do wonders on little brats like you."

"..."

"Now, would you like to know why you are here?"

Akaharu nodded, although still remained silent.

"Kuku... There is an orginazation named, "Akatsuki." You, girl, are what is known as a Jinjuriki. Well, technicly anyways. You don't carry a Bijuu, one of the tailed beasts, but you have something very similar. You have power."

Akaharu's mind raced. She didn't know what to think. All that she knew was that she was scared, and confused.

"I'll tell you what girl. I'll release you, but you will be under surveilience. When Akatsuki shows interest in you, I will know, and you will do as ordered. Is that understood?"

"H-hai."

"Excellent." Orochimaru left on this note, and moments later...

Ah great, the nerd.

Her left arm, her left leg, and her neck broken, Akaharu was sure she would die when the nerd entered the room and undid her bindings. She was hoisted over the shoulder of the silver-haired teen, and escorted from the room. Well, carried, dragged, whatever you want to call it. The point was, she was moving not-of-her-own-free will out of Orochimaru's lair.

Before she knew it, she was dumped somewhere in the forest, but not without something... Unwanted. A chip had been placed in her stomach when Orochimaru had struck her there.

Kabuto left without a word, not seeming to care that Akaharu was left alone in the woods with no hope of leaving on her own. It was like she was being DARED to die.

Tears ran down the girl's face as she waited out in the woods, for there just wasn't anything she could do.

And so she waited, falling into a light, tortured sleep.

The next morning, Akaharu awoke from her tortured sleep, only to find that her injuries were nonexistant. She was perfectly fine. "..."

She said nothing. She looked up into the sky, unable to figure out what she wanted to do next. She could go by north-south directions, if she knew how to tell which way any of them were. She could also try to go with left right directions, but those might lead her back to Orochimaru's lair. The girl looked up into the sky, the sun shining through the leaves and warming her pale skin.

"..."

Nothing was said, and the girl could only watch the clouds roll by. But she wasn't completely idle. Her mind was racing, once again.

I can't stay like this. I need to be able to protect myself. I need power. I need... I need...

I need a way to fight.

"Is anyone out there?" Akaharu worked up the gall to say. Nothing happened, and that's when Akaharu got frusterated. She stood up, trying to think back. Way back. Her memories were scanned for anything and everything that could even remotely help her.

After only a minute, she stood up and declared, "This is hopeless. Waiting for something to hit me ain't gonna work. I need a plan."

That's when it all began. Akaharu walked up to a tree, and kicked it with all her might. Nothing. She tried again. Notta. One last time. Zilch.

Then she tried to punch it. Bad idea. Her hand hurt like hell now.

"Grr..."

Another attempt at a kick, this time, it just sent the little girl falling backwards.

"This sucks. This sucks. This fucking sucks!" Akaharu repeated to herself as she stared upwards.

But that was two years ago.

"Oi, I can hear you breathing. Whatcha want?" A tall girl inquired. She must have stood at five foot six, because for her age, she was tall, tall, tall. Her hair was short, fanning out into small tufts of chesnut colored strands naturaly. Her eyes, were blue, but were more like glass than crystal. They were cold.

"Hehe..." A slightly sadistic cackle could be heard, and it would make most people shiver. "Orome Akaharu."

"What of it?" The girl said.

"We're here to-"

"Kill me? Catch me? Doubtful. Plenty have tried, all have failed. It's one of those facts of life," Akaharu said as she looked at the tall man. He was a shark! Tall, gills, blue skin, fangs... Yep. It was a shark.

"Kisame, let me handle this," A voice said. Out from the other bend in the alley came a man, also tall, with emotionless red eyes.

Akaharu tilted her head.

"Akaharu-chan, I would appreciate it if you would come with us. To Akatsuki," the new man said.

"And when I say no?"

"You don't have an option."

"Fuck you, people tell me that every other day. You think I care?" Akaharu said boredly.

"If this gets into a fight, can I do it?"

"..." Silence from the ponytailed man!

"Nice."

"Fuck this," Akaharu said, folding her arms behind her head and turning around. She started to walk off. She wanted to find some place where she could get some soba.

"Where do you think you're going?" Kisame asked, although it sounded more like a statement than a question.

"Get lost."

Kisame grinned a manic grin. He placed a hand on the hilt of his katana, and swung it forward, hacking right beside the girl, and shaving some of her skin off.

Akaharu spun around, quickly holding her hands up in tightly balled fists. Her knees were bent, albeit, only slightly. Her eyes narrowed into slits as she looked at the man in confusion, and in spite.

"My Samehada doesn't just cut, girl. It shaves!"

"Ok, good for you. You've successfully stated the obvious." Akaharu took a step forward on quick feet, not making a sound as she did. She quickly swung a powerful right hook at the shark-man's ribs, just hard enough to knock him over.

Or it would have been, if it had hit. Instead, the feeling of Akaharu having an arm shaved off was exchanged for the feeling of a successful strike.

damn...

She fell to her knees, and grasped the bloody stump that was once her hand in agony.

"Let's get her out of here then. Leader will get impatient."

Akaharu blacked out.

"Ugh..." Akaharu awoke in the same manner that an old man with a hangover might. Her head hurt. She was about to bring her hands up to run it, and to wipe the sleep from her eyes, but then she realized something.

"My hand..." Akaharu could only stare at the stump that remained where her hand used to be, now wrapped in bandages.