Chapter 1 : Captured
A stained metal door flung open and slammed noisily against the cement walls with a sharp crack before it stilled restlessly, aimlessly onto the back wall. The slow, haunting creaks resounded inside the empty cells when dark shadows flickered eerily from the dimly lit stairway.
Disrupting the silence, two figures descended from the dungeon stairsteps while dragging a struggling woman with them in long strides, uncaring of the woman’s pained protest and useless attempts to free herself from their restraint.
Her long obsidian hair was matted to her face from the blood that smeared her cheeks and chin in long streaks. The thick liquid dripped down her dark sooty lashes and colored her pale skin maroon in ghastly and grotesque streaks.
“The little bitch is useless now,” the bigger woman with straining muscles commented in annoyance. Her lips pursed into an ugly frown as she threw the little woman mercilessly onto the cold hard floor, watching the thing tremble and suppress a choked gasp of pain. If she had a little bit of extra time, she would have definitely spat on the pitiful thing.
Disgusting and useless.
“Tsk. Such a waste," the other woman responded after slamming the metal doors closed and leaving the petite woman crumpled on the floor behind them.
Even if the doors were left open, they doubted that the useless thing would be able to get out by herself.
Gradually, their voices and the sounds of their heavy footsteps became smaller and smaller as they ascended the stairs.
Silence soon engulfed the empty cell.
The only sound to be heard was the gaspy inhale and exhale that the woman exerted as she tried to calm herself enough to ignore her pain and discomfort.
After a moment to compose herself, she slowly managed to pull herself upright. Her delicate fingers curled into the cold ground while her thick lashes fluttered and lungs heaved to suppressed the pitiful sobs that threatened to wrack her small form.
Her jaw clenched and teeth gritted at the prospect of her dreary future.
Where had they taken her? What would they do with her?
The whispering of her fate resounded in her ears, and she couldn’t help but ponder her situation.
What would become of her now?
She dragged her tired legs upward and curled in on herself.
Was she going to die?
The little female forcefully shook her head to clear the thoughts and swallowed down the rest of her turgid emotions. She unfurled her frozen fingers and turned her head to regard the small room that she was now trapped in.
She could smell the scent of blood—her own and several others—along with the scent of sweat and musk, some stale and some barely hours old.
The woman heaved a sigh, frowning as she tried to wipe her face clean with the sleeve of her torn shirt. With the help of her sweat and tears, she was able to clean most of the maroon substance from her cheeks and chin, enough to make her features more visible.
No doubt her teammates, Kiba and Shino, would be unable to track her down. They had been severely injured in the intense fight with these women before she was captured. Even if help was being sent, they wouldn’t arrive for another couple of days.
Her eyebrows furrowed.
At the moment, she could only preserve her energy and wait for her chance to escape. Though, she was terrified that they would just let her rot down here now.
The minutes crept into hours before she heard heavy footsteps descend the stairsteps and the sound of something being dragged down.
The opal-eyed female’s long and inky hair brushed her cheeks and tickled the delicate flesh when she tipped her head upward. She could feel the coldness of another much wider and stronger aura pulse and brush along her own in untamed pulses like the beating of a heart.
She vaguely realized that she knew this aura and had been in contact with it before, but her mind could not conjure up a name or a face.
Who could it possibly be?
The aura was dark and lethal, so very deadly and dangerous with the intense burn of fire left behind in its wake. It was like a spreading disease that could not be contained.
The female swallowed the sudden lump in her throat and trembled in her spot.
She could smell hints of lightning and smoke and knew that she had encountered it several times in her exhausting life. But somehow, she drew a blank when it came to a name or any physical features.
Who had an affinity with lightning or smoke that she had known?
Suddenly, her memory was jolted when a man’s image was conjured in her mind’s eye with the feel of something dark and twisted like a scary nightmare that no one could wake up from.
There was no one other than—Sasuke.
He was dragged pitifully past her trembling form and across the hard ground, leaving behind sizzling noises that seemed surreal and the sharp scent of freshly spilled blood and pungent sweat.
She could hear the sounds of metal dragging against the cold cement before a clink and snap ended it.
They had chained the last Uchiha up a few feet away from her.
“It looks like you have a new cellmate, Uchiha. But don’t get too attached now, you won’t be cellmates for very long.” A startling voice spoke out of nowhere with faint dark chuckles of amusement that quickly disappeared with their ascent from the dungeon.
The trembling female on the ground swallowed a gulp of saliva as her fingers dug into the soft skin of her sweaty palms like sharp needles.
So her assumptions had been right.
Her new cellmate was the Uchiha Sasuke.
The man that most, if not all, nins considered to be dangerous.
He could cut her down before she could even blink an eye or open her mouth to beg pathetically for her life. And she doubted she could have swayed him with her pathetic pleas.
The sudden realization of how scary and terrifying it really was to be stuck in the same cell as Uchiha Sasuke made her heart stutter a beat.
Her lips thinned into a line and her body shuddered as cold sweat dripped down the sides of her face and the back of her neck.
While she was busy trying to recall all that she could remember of him, she didn’t realize that his dark eyes had suddenly snapped to her trembling body and was silently perusing her damaged form. The hairs on the back of her neck rose to attention at the possible danger. She could feel the burn of his stare like a hot iron brand on the delicate skin of her face, but she couldn’t utter a single word.
Sasuke’s dark brows knitted together.
His smoldering black eyes narrowed and his long fingers curled into his bleeding palms as a repugnant frown made way onto his stony face.
He clearly didn’t recognize the woman before him.
She wore bulky clothes that looked to be three-times her size and had blue-black hair that framed her pretty pale face in long and silken abundance. There were tears of blood that left unsightly streaks against her porcelain skin as it seeped out from the slits of her closed eyes. From here, he could see her long black lashes flutter frantically like the wings of a butterfly across her high cheekbones.
Not once had the woman opened her eyes.
After his thorough analysis, Sasuke leaned back against the wall and opted to ignore his new cellmate.
The pitiful thing truly wasn’t worthy of his perusal or time.
With that thought, he closed his eyes.
“U-Uchiha-san?” she finally whispered after several seconds of nervousness and deep contemplation. Then, she mentally berated herself for the stuttering of his surname and regretted her hasty decision to start a conversation with him.
He didn’t respond.
And she didn’t expect him to, but the feeling of disappointment still managed to sway her from speaking again.
Although silence had always been her companion, she found that the uncomfortable atmosphere between them was almost stifling. And she thought that if she could get her words across to him and greet him properly, it would be less unbearable.
After all, they knew each other.
She couldn’t just act like they didn’t because the manners and discipline that had been instilled into her at a young age would never let her be so rude and ill-mannered.
Her petite fingers twined the fabric of her shirt over and over again until her mouth opened and closed as if to say something before deciding otherwise, almost resembling a fish floundering around on the shore in search of water.
The room became rather quiet with the occasional pitter-patters of sticky liquid hitting the floor.
He was bleeding. Large amounts by the sound of it.
She could clearly smell the overwhelming scent of his metallic blood as it coated the room and her vision in shades of red and black. And she couldn’t help but feel her chest tighten in pain for him.
What had those woman done to him? Had they tortured him? Hurt him the way they had hurt her?
Sasuke’s lips pursed as he contemplated the situation. The girl seemed vaguely familiar but not enough for him to put a name to her face.
If he had known her, she wasn’t significant enough for him to actually remember.
She was weak, docile and, from the looks of it, blind.
“I-I don’t know if you re-remember, Uchiha-san, but I am Hinata Hyuga. W-we went to school together.” She tried to contain most of her stutter but was unable to from the anxiety and stress of actually carrying a conversation with the notorious Uchiha; even though, it was mostly one-sided.
Before this, Hinata had never even shared one single word with the man that was her current cellmate. And never in a million years would she ever imagine herself speaking to him, yet one of her wildest nightmares had become a terrifying reality.
The corner of Sasuke’s mouth turned downward in a displeased frown.
“Hn.” He acknowledged her slightly with the low grunt that not most had the honor of receiving before he killed them.
Hinata beamed a wide smile his way, extremely happy that Sasuke had even managed to remember her because she doubted anyone else from their class would.
Sasuke glanced at her with his dark eyes narrowed, watching her changing expressions like a hawk watching its prey, analyzing every movement to assess her minimal abilities.
He was glad the little Hyuga bitch was blind. It was nice to know that she wouldn’t be able to see the state that he was in or else she would be just another name on his to-kill-list once he got out of here.
There were already too many on his list.
Had the Hyuga been able to see, she would have been graced with the image of his naked flesh chained to the cold wall before her very eyes. And that would not do for him.
Sasuke shifted slightly, reopening the wound on his side with a barely contained hiss of pain that brought an array of blood dripping down his leg and calf.
Old and new blood caked his wounds from those demonic women’s torture on his body.
There were several cuts and scratches all across his body, chunks of flesh missing from various limbs, some festering infection and others trying to heal before the torture would start again. Even the burn wounds that were cut off when those vile women had decided to taste his cooked flesh seemed sinister and ghastly. There were wounds on top of wounds that refused to heal because they didn’t leave him alone long enough for it to recover.
“I-I’m glad you r-remember,” she softly whispered with her eyes downcast as if in thought.
Truthfully, she was comforted by the fact that there was someone here with her to help ease the fear of being alone, even if the person happened to be an extremely lethal nin.
Hinata knew him to be dangerous, her insides still trembled at being in such close proximity to him, but she couldn’t help but feel as if she could trust him. After all, they were currently in the same predicament. If he really wanted to kill her, he would have done it seconds ago when those women had left him with her.
Hinata knew that she was too trusting.
Hiashi, her father, had said that her gullible nature would be her downfall.
And father did know best, she bitterly thought.
“Did they blind you, Hyuga?” he finally stated after a long pause. His voice was raspy and husky in quality from lack of water and long periods of time without talking, yet it was still velvety and deep to her ears.
At his first words, goosebumps colored her flesh pink in hue. And Hinata didn’t know why the sound of his voice brought forth such a reaction.
“N-no. I-I did that myself.” She nervously chewed on her lower lip, her pearl white teeth peeking from her pale pink lips as the memory of what had happened flashed through her head.
Smart girl, he mused.
Hinata fumbled with her fingers and lowered her head.
She had blinded herself in self-preservation.
A gentle fist straight to the temple had shattered a lot of major components in her eyes. The pain had been immense. Her whole face still throbbed like no other; even though, the major chakra pathways in her eyes had shut down in order to preserve what was left.
She gathered that she had damaged more than ninety percent of her eyes but left the ten percent for recovery in hopes of managing to escape from her kidnappers. Hinata had persevered and cut down damage so that she had a way to heal herself when given the opportunity to escape. She just had to make them think she was useless and incapable of anything until the chance came.
Her injury looked far worse than what it actually was, and she was sure to make herself look to be far too broken and damaged for any hopes of being healed or used. Her captors had actually been tricked because of it and for that, she was thankful.
After several more moments of silence, her eyelids strained before wide grey-lavender eyes met his vision. Hinata tried to see him through her broken vision as thick strands of blood seeped from the corners of her eyes.
Sasuke had thought that they had taken her eyes, the highly coveted jewel of the Hyuga clan, since he had anticipated seeing nothing but her eye sockets, empty and desolate from all the blood that was staining her face, but that wasn’t the case.
Tsk, how disappointing.
From what he noted though, her eyes were useless. Perhaps, she had damaged herself past the point of recovery, and he wondered what her fate would be if her clan knew of her situation.
Would they take her eyes themselves or just kill off the humiliation she presented?
Nonetheless, the wide pupil-less orbs engulfed her face and made her appear even more girl than woman.
Too innocent and trusting.
“A-Are you al-alright Uchiha-san?” Her dainty eyebrows knitted in worry as her tongue lathed her cracked lips in slow swipes.
Sasuke glanced at her from the corner of his vision, wondering where the sudden concern came from. He knew for a fact that they didn’t know each other well enough for her to be acting like she cared. In fact, no one knew him well enough to pretend to care.
He didn’t need it.
“Hn,” came his slight grunt. His pride and honor came first before these deeply inflicted wounds.
It was obvious that he didn’t want to tell her his true condition.
Hinata’s brows furrowed.
Although she couldn’t see, Hinata was able to decipher that he was heavily injured. His blood coated all of her senses as he continued to bleed out.
Her lips thinned into a line as she swallowed down the next words of worry that wanted to come from her mouth.
If he had a choice, she doubted that he would want her to witness all of his moments of weakness. A prideful nin like him didn’t need her prying in his business and picking at his scabs.
Hinata blinked slowly before wiping her cheeks and eyes again, smearing the thick liquid across her high cheekbones and jaw.
This time the silence seemed almost comfortable as they wafted in the melancholy.